She walks in Beauty...

Days have been changed with strange traumas.I am not what i used to be two years ago.I know it's useless to relate this one piece here but i liked the poem and needed to post it here in order to get pleasure.

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!

Poem by:None other than Lord Byron