[00:00.100]SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY[00:03.719]by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)[00:07.674]She walks in beauty, like the night[00:09.677]Of cloudless climes and starry skies;[00:12.675]And all that's best of dark and bright[00:16.677]Meet in her aspect and her eyes:[00:18.674]Thus mellow'd to that tender light[00:22.176]Which heaven to gaudy day denies.[00:25.174]One shade the more, one ray the less,[00:29.176]Had half impair'd the nameless grace[00:31.175]Which waves in every raven tress,[00:33.674]Or softly lightens o'er her face;[00:37.178]Where thoughts serenely sweet express[00:40.675]How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.[00:45.178]And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,[00:49.680]So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,[00:53.176]The smiles that win, the tints that glow,[00:57.676]But tell of days in goodness spent,[01:02.180]A mind at peace with all below,[01:05.180]A heart whose love is innocent!