She kills his hope
(Goofing with She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron.
She kills his hope, like children would
of blameless smile and snotty nose.
And all that’s torn in heart and eye
Stretch across her body burning bright;
So fallen in her stubborn thigh
He catches the cold and a fright.
I’m not your baby, not your friend,
Not fodder for your pointless march
had passed the edges of our skins;
But who will hold your upward arch,
And who will fold your sweet crease in
When I must admit I cannot?
Her outlines perk his and capture
what we no longer remember;
Forgive us God, if you can find
within your infinite soul space
A place and path for us lil rinds.
She walks in beauty
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.