Saturday, February 9, 2008

The Best Love Poem Ever.

In the spirit of posting Valentine's Day poems early, here's one of my favorites:

She Walks in Beauty
By 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 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!

5 comments:

Linda C. said...

Gotta love Byron, even if he was a pervert ;-)

Rhetorical Twist said...

He was?! What?! Seriously? Oh man, you might have just ruined this poem for me...and it was so beautiful!

Linda C. said...

Well, maybe pervert is too strong. But there were rumors of incest, mad debauchery, and the sort. But, hey, when did we start judging poems by their authors? "Erat Hora," after all, was written by a Nazi sympathizer. No worries... it's still a magnificent poem ;-)

Jessica said...

You stole my poem, you thief! :-P

Rhetorical Twist said...

I did *not* steal your poem, you invaded my brain and stole *mine*! I thunked o' this poem weeks ago!