She walks in Beauty by 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 mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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!

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[realmdefender]

On the evening of June 11, 1814, Byron attended a party with his friend, James Wedderburn Webster, at the London home of Lady Sarah Caroline Sitwell. Among the other guests was the beautiful Mrs. Anne Beatrix Wilmot, the wife of Byrons first cousin, Sir Robert Wilmot. Her exquisite good looks dazzled Byron and inspired him to write She Walks in Beauty. She was apparently in mourning and wearing black with silver accoutrements (like a starry night).

[onlydreklyjohn]

your voice is perfect! :D

[9flapjack]

WE did this song in choir and it was the best song we ever sang.

[Huxleypig1]

"Lord Byron" was a massive bum hound. Like me check me out at sam.hawksley on facebook. open to friend requests and more.

[Bruce99100]

@realmdefender thank you for this information...she must have been quite beautiful. i wonder if anyone painted her portrait.

[lenahjonsson]

An old favourite poem of mine...

[475asdf]

i really love your voice

[elisa02s]

beautyfull....

[carnalhiphop]

ray bradbury got me here

[trwhite4747]

Your voice is beautiful. 

[ARamenProduction]

@realmdefender u were right except that Bryon attended a funeral other wise completely right :D

[rachaeldu]

@indigirlsummer he was actually at a party and saw the wife of his first cousin, Anne Beatrix Wilmont. Since she was so beautiful, he dedicated this poem to her. Futhermore, he was not seven, the party was on June 11, 1814 and since he was born in 1788, that would make him 26.