SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
(Poem by Lord Byron)
(Poem by Lord Byron)
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!
Dedicated to my friend, Emilie, who passed away two days ago.
She was the kind of friend who always knew the right things to say,
deeply spiritual and very wise.
I will miss her gentle ways.
She was a source of encouragement to everyone who knew her.
Please join with me in prayer for Emilie's family.
I have lost too many dear friends this year ...
I know that none of us is promised tomorrow ...
Please make the most of each day you are given
because none of us knows which day will be our last.
Please hold the ones you love close ...
the ones that matter to you most ...
because none of us knows which day will be our last.
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