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 mellow'd to that tender light
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;
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!
Lord Byron
1 comentário:
A um amigo:
O seu olhar doce faz-nos esquecer as contrariedades da vida, as suas palavras de conforto e incentivo fazem-nos acreditar que conseguimos chegar à utopia... O seu coração puro faz-nos acreditar que tudo é possível.
Um beijo enorme para ti, porque és esse amigo tão especial como poucos existem.
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