by George Gordon Byron I 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. II One shade the more, one ray the less, HadContinue reading “She Walks in Beauty”
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