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 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!

Alliteration, Rhymed Stanza, Consonance

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over 2 years

I bow to the grace of this poem.

almost 3 years

Amazing poetry ! It dances, it moves !

Parker Jennings
about 3 years

Now I see why Edgar Allen Poe was so entranced by Lord Byron

Leesaan Robertson
over 4 years

This poem is awesome and very descriptive. You expressed it well.

Victoria Strohacker
over 4 years

this poem is just so descriptive
its just so good i love it

over 4 years

love her face softly

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Love this!


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