Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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!
Hello Everyone. Won't you join me for a cup of tea in the Sunroom?
My white Knock Out Roses are still blooming.
Old Britain Castles. Johnson Bros. Made in England
There is nothing like a cup of tea to warm my soul.
The pretty pattern on the handle of my Mason teapot
Mark on bottom of teapot
John Maddock & Sons Royal Vitreous ~BOMBAY~made in England
This bust figurine has a mate (I'll show him in another post.)
Thank you for stopping by. I am feeling much better now and many thanks to all of those who left such kind comments below on my last post.