In bed with Bryon

She Walks In Beauty.
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 Heavens 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,
That 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.

-Bryon