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 mello’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
 
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven trees
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.

-Byron-

(For my mother, whose love is here with me)

Autumn Berries

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