SHE WALKS IN BEAUTYLord George Gordon Byron
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,
And on that cheek,
and o'er that brow,
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This poem was written for Mrs. Robert John Wilmot, Byron's cousin. When Byron first met her, she was wearing a black dress with spangles because she was in mourning. |