This poem from college days back in 1980 something inspired me. I really didn't like the poetry class itself. But, this one poem has always stuck to me. I did like writing pretty poems about "the girl" across the room. So, back then I probably thought hey, this Lord Byron guy must be on to something here! 😆
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!
By Lord Byron Story is he wrote it about his sister in law. I have no sister in law like that