Posted by Neuromancer on October 11, 1997 at 04:45:26:
In Reply to: Re: Madeleine posted by Gretchen on October 10, 1997 at 16:17:11:
: (Lord Byron-- sorry, can't remember the rest!)
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
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 day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace,
Which waves in every rave 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!
Thanks for bringing that one to my attention, it applies to her perfectly. I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself ;-)
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