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 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 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.


George Gordon, Lord Bryon



compare and contrast the tone.



Behind

Behind that painted smile
Behind those crinkled eyes
Behind the hearty laughter
Behind the happy good-byes.

Behind the confident gesture
Behind the careless flicker of her gaze
Behind the acerbic words
Behind the veneer nothing can faze

Behind the delicate porcelain
Behind the midnight sky
Behind the calm silence
Behind the paradoxical shy

Behind the girl so poised
Behind her face smooth and fair
Behind the Maybelline glossed lips
Behind, you'll find her despair.


Kelly Marie Ang

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