Hour eight: She

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

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