Saturday, July 28, 2012

Thus mellow'd to that tender light / Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


Gute Nacht Mond. As seen from Sandy Bay. July 2012.

Lord Byron was a filthy bugger. Even through he liked a swim, he never could wash that stink out...

She walks in beauty, like the night, 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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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 the 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.

1 comment:

Kris said...

Dove sono le persone?