Lyric Poem · Love

She Walks in Beauty

by Lord Byron · 1814

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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Poem: She Walks in Beauty
Poet: Lord Byron
Published: 1814
Length: 18 lines
Form: Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
Themes: Love, For Her

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Shape: 18 lines · 3 sestets
Line length: Mostly 8-syllable lines (tetrameter length).

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Author record: Lord Byron1788–1824
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About She Walks in Beauty

Byron drafted this in June 1814, the morning after an evening party where he saw Anne Beatrix Wilmot, his cousin by marriage, wearing a black spangled mourning dress — the seed of "dark and bright" meeting in one figure. It appeared in 1815 in Hebrew Melodies, a set of lyrics written to accompany synagogue melodies, and it is built like one: three six-line stanzas of iambic tetrameter rhymed ABABAB, short enough to sing.

The stanzas move steadily inward. The first is pure appearance — the woman's beauty compared to a cloudless, starry night, "all that's best of dark and bright" balanced so finely that "one shade the more, one ray the less" would impair it. The second locates that balance as a "nameless grace" in the face, where thoughts show their "dwelling-place." The third completes the turn: the smiles and tints on cheek and brow are read as evidence of a life "in goodness spent" — beauty as the visible sign of an innocent mind.

Discussion questions: Is the poem about the woman at all, or about the speaker's idea of harmony? What work does the night comparison do that daylight ("gaudy day") could not? Try the form: six lines of eight syllables, rhymed ABABAB, moving from a face to what the face suggests.

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