A Heart Whose Love is Innocent


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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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!

Believe it or not, I wrote that entire poem without copying and pasting. It's Lord Byron's "She Walks in Beauty" and I have to have it memorized for a recitation tomorrow in English. It's been awhile (probably since middle school) since I've had to memorize something verbatim and recite it in front of a class. I really don't have a fear of public speaking, but there's always that dread of just totally blanking. And worst of all, I have it seventh period so I'll be saying this in my head every five minutes of the day in between studying for my pollution test in APES.

So while my blog may depict all fun and games during my second semester senior year, don't be fooled. I'll be cramming 'til APs. But this week won't be so bad knowing that I have Mexico right on my horizon...five days!