Monday Poetry: She Walks in Beauty

This is an often quoted poem, especially from the first stanza.

But what I like about it most is that Byron finds most attactive about the woman of the poem is not the physcial beauty, but the goodness and innocence of her heart.

I have always found beauty of the soul (e.g. kindness, faith, humility, compassion, etc), to be more attractive to me than a pretty face.

Luckily in my wife, I found both.  (Don't forget: she checks this blog!)

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 mellow'd 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!