She Walks in Beauty
-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!
9 comments:
heyyyyy!!!I wouldn't have known you have read my recent blog entry and liked it had I not read yours!!Thanks so much for the mention and the compliment! :) and yes,beautiful poem indeed that! :)
hehe!! i thought this made more sense than writing a comment. sorry if that's not the way it's done... i am new to this world :-)
Oh no!!Nothing like that!I am flattered already!And of course I'll be checking your blog for new entries. :)
Hi, came across your blog. Just thought I'll tell you that I liked your writing style! Will be back sometime:)
Karthik
Hey thanks a lot, Karthik!!! :-)
Aaaahhh Lord Byron! And such a sweet, dulcet poem! While others might believe he wrote such beautiful words out of love, I have a slightly different interpretation... hehe. I think that the good Lord was too much of a gentleman to call a spade a spade - Luckily 'reticence' is not a problem that ever plagued Shakespeare!
Here I offer what, IMHO, Lord Byron actually might have liked to say:
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
Think women still to strive with men,
To sin and never for to saint:
There is no heaven, by holy then,
When time with age doth them attaint.
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
Hehehe!
Hey Athena - I thought this particular mano a mano between two great souls (and by that I am referring to Byron and the bard...hehe), would be of broader interest - As a result, I have posted it to my blog (ofcourse giving credit where it is rightfully due!). Hope you don't mind!
Ohh yeah - he would be the one! And I don't know if I was going for "lovable" really, but if you insist! ;)
I quite enjoyed that entire play - although my favorite part was somewhere towards the climax... Act 4 or 5... when Falstaff gives his monologue on "honor" - scathing realism... a perfect example of the cynicism that defines his character.
And you are very welcome! :) It's never really a bother to muster either time or interest to read intriguing thoughts on topics as disconnected as 'shaadi' and 'collegiate rivalry'! Hehe! :) I am looking forward to your next post!
P.S. On second thoughts, 'shaadi' and 'collegiate rivalry' might not be all that disconnected after all! Atleast not if you have had a chance to read 'Old Love' from Jeffrey Archer's 'A Quiver Full Of Arrows'; he sure makes them seem plausibly conjoined! This one comes highly recommended - barring some tales by O.Henry and Dahl, this is probably my favoritest short story EVER! :)
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