I’ve run out of words. So it’s time to take the words of another. But before we delve into a poem by Lord Byron, I would be remiss if we didn’t send MuchLove to Erica for stopping by FunCenter and letting us have a little part in her universe, if only for a moment or two. And to all my peeps out there in Land of Blog just hoping for a poem – Enjoy!
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 impaired 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!