She Walks in Beauty Like the Night

In honor of She Walks in Beauty Like the Night Day, I am reprinted Lord Byron's poem

"She walks in beauty, like the night"
Lord Byron

SHE walks in beauty, like the night  
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,  
And all that's best of dark and bright  
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;  
Thus mellow'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 tress  
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.