11 ‘‘ x 17’’ print

She Is the Night

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, mellow to the tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which wave in every raven trees.

Or softly lightness 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 glows,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below.

A heart whose love is Innocent.

LORD BYRON