She Walks in Beauty...Lord Byron

Most things about Byron are fabulously romantic, including the story that he met a lovely cousin by marriage at a ball and wrote" she walks in beauty" the very next morning

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thats 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 namless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens oer her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place

And on that cheek, and oer that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smile that win, the tint that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Byron was around thirty years old when he wrote this, he had scarcely seven more years to live