She Walks in Beauty

        She Walks in Beauty               
                            George Gordon, Lord Byron
　　
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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 mellow’d to that tender light
　　
　　
　　Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
　　
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　　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.
　　
　　
　　
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　　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！