Mad, bad and dangerous to know…

Sorry Jean and Lucy (my two loyal readers), I have neglected you both lately. But do not fret. I am back. And to show you both how much I appreciate your readership…. I am going to post one of my favorite poems from one of my fav periods in literature. You get a prize if you can name the poet and title.

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!