Poetry She Walks in BeautyShe walks in beauty, like the nigh…

Poetry She Walks in BeautyShe 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.The comparison of ‘‘beauty’ to ‘night’ in line one  is an example of