O'er the sunset and through the night,
I slide through black and calling skies;
Into a sea of stars so bright
Their dance it brings tears to my eyes.
For here’s liquid where once seemed light
Which sense of mortal self denies.
Immersion in its depth no less
Than wading in bright streams of grace;
Light’s rivulets adorn each tress,
And trickle down onto my face.
So bathed am I, words can’t express,
The soothing flood found in this place.
And as I raise my heavy brow,
Light pools around so eloquent;
My footsteps ‘midst the stars soon glow,
'Round wondrous fluid light now spent.
Back through the night to life below,
Refreshed, renewed, and innocent!
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Author Notes
She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
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 heav'n 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!
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