She Walks in Beauty – Lord Byron

It’s that time of the year again when nostalgia plays hide and seek with my heart!

Here is a poem that made me fall in love with poetry and understand that true beauty is not ‘manufactured’ or ‘made-up’. Instead it is accepting what and how we are – and taking pride in it!

 

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.

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.

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!

 

 

 

 

Poem from here

Pic from here