Tuesday, June 15, 2010

An old Favorite

Lord Byron

"She walks in beauty, like the night"

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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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.

I always picture a garden bathed in moonlite and this woman walking through it, although you can interpret it in many ways. I admire the flow, the step it has, an easy grace. I just wanted to share a piece of beauty, I hope you enjoy it........


  1. I sure did! Makes me miss my English II class I took last summer. We interpreted a lot of poetry and I was fascinated with it. I mostly like the old stuff.
    Thanks for sharing this with me today!

  2. oh i love this one too...such a beautiful verse...

  3. I read a lot of Lord Byron. He was quite the Lothario. But this is a beautiful poem. Thanks for bringing back memories.