MAN PLANS, GOD LAUGHS

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
GEORGE GORDON, LORD 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 days 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;
were 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 goddness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!