She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty like a cloudless night glittering with stars in the skies. Her countenance, her eyes look best in this meeting of darkness with light. She is thus mellowed to this tender light that the heavens even deny to the happiest of days. A little more shade, a little less light would have half-impaired that nameless grace that gently waves through her black tresses or softly prevails over her face where sweet, serene thoughts are expressed. How pure, how dear this place is for her grace to dwell!

Over her soft, calm, eloquent cheeks and brows, she bears a winning smile and a shining glow. They tell of her days spent in goodness, and her peaceful mind and heart whose love is still innocent.



~Lord Byron (1788–1824)
Original poem at http://www.bartleby.com/101/600.html