Lo escribió al volver de una fiesta, borracho. Parece ser que su prima, que estaba de luto, le pareció muy guapa (éso o el vino) y he aquí lo que escribió sobre ella.
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 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!
Me encanta éste poema.
Lo tengo puesto en el espejo del cuarto de baño y lo leo todos los dias mientras me lavo los dientes...
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