SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
        - George Gordon, Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
  Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and light
  Meet in her aspect and in 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!

(This will be the next poem I memorize)