An elegant adaptation of Lord Byron’s (1814) poem.
Lyris:
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.
She walks in beauty, so serene,
A perfect blend of dark and sheen.
With every look, with every grace,
Her heart, her soul, her gentle face.
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.
She walks in beauty, so serene,
A perfect blend of dark and sheen.
With every look, with every grace,
Her heart, her soul, her gentle face.
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!
She walks in beauty, so serene,
A perfect blend of dark and sheen.
With every look, with every grace,
Her heart, her soul, her gentle face.