Wednesday, September 19, 2012

She Walks in Beauty (Lord Byron) Rewritten



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!

Mine (for school): 
He walks in memories, like a scrapbook
Of nostalgic thoughts and days gone by;
And all life gave him and all life took
Replay and relive behind his eyes:
Thus mellowed by old pages in his life’s book
Which he cannot forget even if he tries.
One moment the more, one day the less
Had half impaired the memories in his mind
From coming forth to his consciousness,
That soft awareness we all must find;
Where thoughts kindly quiet express
How poignant, how pure the feelings memories bind.
And on his tongue, and o’er his head,
So bright, so vivid, yet far away,
The thoughts that sweeten, that hunger fed,
But tell only of days of joy and play,
A mind in love with times now dead,
A pure thought as fleeting as the day!

1 comment:

  1. Oh! I really liked that! It was perfectly lovely!