She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thatâs 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 oâer her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and oâer 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!
Source: Byron, George Gordon. âShe Walks in Beauty.â Poetry.org. The Academy of American Poets, n.d. Web. 19 July 2011.
Which excerpt best reflects Byronâs appreciation of beauty?
âOne shade the more, one ray the lessâ
âthe nameless grace/Which waves in every raven tressâ
âWhich heaven to gaudy day deniesâ
âA mind at peace with all belowâ
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