Thursday, April 19, 2007

Poem 16

She Walks in Beauty

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,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

~George Gordon, Lord Byron

I was going to post Wilfred Owen's "Anthem for Doomed Youth" and then I realized that it's not in either of the poetry books I have with me, I don't have any Romantic poetry so far, and Lord Byron died today. So I'm posting this instead. Here is the poem in the original formatting.

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