"She walks in beauty like the night..." By Lord G Byron

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,
One shade the more one ray the less,
Had half impaired that nameless grace,
Which waves in every raven tress,
And softly lightens over 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
And tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord. G. Byron

Another sweet-sounding poem, from a not so-sweet poet!