Some Poetry

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!

by Lord Byron

It was Dead Poets Society that reminded me of this poem. I remember at the university one of my groumates copying the poem to a girl of our acquaintance, she didn’t figure it was not his and was quite impressed 🙂

and here’s a nice poetry podcast, may be helpful if you’re not too condifent in rhythm and rhymes:

http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-21T05_25_11-07_00