“She Walks In Beauty” is without question one of my favorite poems written by my favorite poet, Lord Byron. Over the years I keep coming back to it when I find myself not recognizing the soft manifestations of innocent beauty and timeless loves that define us all. I hope this takes you to a quiet introspective place where “she walks in beauty, like the night”. Enjoy. -kim
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 heavens just to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired her 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!