She Walks in Beauty:

A Villanelle

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright.

Crashed relics of their vanished might
meet the gaze of stranger’s eyes
She walks in Beauty, like the night.

Presenting idly to my sight
from the skirts of Paradise
And all that’s best of dark and bright

Shining through the smoothest white
in the scarce believing eyes
She walks in Beauty, like the night

robed in radiance of its light:
mountain-like, through those clear skies
And all that’s best of dark and bright.

I soar along from left to right;
In her who lives, and him who dies.
She walks in Beauty, like the night
And all that’s best of dark and bright.


The Combed Thunderclap, 2014

Remixed works:

She Walks in Beauty
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
The Bride of Abydos
To–
Cain: A Mystery
Parisina
The Island
On the Star of the Legion of Honour
The Siege of Corinth
To the Earl of Clare
Euthanasia

- by Lord Byron