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Weekly Poem: She walks in beauty, like the night


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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 lightened 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 where love is innocent.

Lord Byron

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  1. Love this poem! It always makes me think of Dead Poets Society :-)

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    1. I've not actually watched that - although I keep meaning to :) But I love the poem too.

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