Monday, September 28, 2009

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.

Poetry by Lord Byron

Art by William Bouguereau


Gretchen Emily Wolaver said...

I've just realized why Lord Byron is such a famous poet. That's beautiful! I think that that's the poem/song that they sing at the beginning credits of Vanity Fair. I love your blog, Milly Rose!

Camille Rose Wolaver said...

Thanks! I love yours too!

Amy Barton said...

Too bad such a beautiful poem wasn't for his wife. =(

Camille Rose Wolaver said...

True. You would be just the one to know something like that, Amy dear! Miss Prep School… :)