Two posts in one day! I’m trying to do better about staying on top of things over here.
This week’s poem is “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron (George Gordon). It is said that he wrote this poem after seeing his cousin, Mrs. Wilmot, for the first time. Some speculate that he saw her at a funeral, where she was in mourning clothes, thus, she walked in beauty “like the night.”
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 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!”
Is her beauty based on physical appearance, or rather, her sweetness, goodness, and innocence?