Today I Feel Romantic!
 
 
 
 
 
She Walks in  Beauty
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
 1788–1824 
 
 
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!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Some beautiful pics.
 Via previous Vogue issues.