Thursday, June 2, 2011

when words are few

5.31

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!

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details:
dress-vintage, thrift
hat-vintage, thrift
shoes-urban outfitters

4 comments:

archivesvintage said...

is that a terry cloth dress? its flipping adorable!!!!

caycelayne said...

look at you, so cute and casual in your cool hat :) i really enjoyed the poem! thanks for sharing xoxo

Victoria / Justice Pirate said...

what a beautiful poem. I love the outfit on you and think those shoes are really amazing. I hope all is well with you otherwise.

Julie said...

Totally random, but this poem always reminds me of Dead Poet Society. One of my favorite movies of all time!
You look great!