(See “Theme and Variations” explanation before reading.)

She walks in beauty, like the night
Her elegance to tantalize,
Inviting eyes that glitter bright,
And lips no mortal man denies,
But then she vanishes from sight
As hearts ensnared lament with sighs.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Again her perfect form appears,
Her flowing hair and silky dress,
Seductive voice that quells all fears,
Her gentle smile and soft caress,
Her dulcet laugh and tender tears.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
A thousand men have kissed that face.
Innumerous souls have pledged a vow
And fallen deep in her embrace
Where hearts live for the here and now
And die in darkness and disgrace.

(Varied from Lord Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty”)

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