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She Walks In Beauty
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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 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,
A mind at
peace with all below,
A heart whose
love is innocent!
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