SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY . . .

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SHE walks in beauty, like the nightOf 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 lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair'd the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow 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!
George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

Photo by Amber Gray/ See the editorial with gowns modeled by Valerya



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