She Walks in Beauty

By George Gordon, Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night      
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;    
And all that's best of dark and bright   
Meet 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!