Lord Byron - She Walks in Beauty

Esto se aleja un poco de lo que viene siendo habitual que suba en mi blog. Explico, me entró el gusanillo de la poesía y Byron es uno de mis favoritos. Por eso quería compartir con vosotros uno de sus poemas más conocidos, eso sí, en inglés (traducir poemas es un rollo) Así de simple.

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light	5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,	10
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,	15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.