Sunday, July 5, 2009

Poetry Sunday (07-05-09 edition)

She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes,
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,--
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

George Gordon, Lord Byron


Anonymous said...

I love this poem! I always wanted to be thought of like that - all part of the princess thing. Alas, now it' more like, she walks like you wish it were darker out! :--)

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Angela - Upon Request said...

Love it! What a great way to start the week :)

Anonymous said...

It's been so long since I've seen this. It's beautiful.

Marinela said...

Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem :)

Staci said...

So beautiful...thanks for the poetry today!