Lovely is she

Where’er she walks

Kindly entering in

Bringing stars of beauty,

As none I love the like

How without— the air to breathe

Or day were only night

For the better lacking of

Nights as all but cloudless

Or days in northern climes

That our love could question “and”?

Her hope, so ever starry

Brilliant shines the days she brings— nights of starry skies.

From: She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron