Beauty in Shadow
In verses clear yet so sublime,
A man once said of what is right
Of his mistress of dark and piercing eyes,
"She walks in Beauty, like the night"
Yet for the splendor of her face,
And all the virtues he may surmise,
I see in her no saving Grace,
No Virtue cool or clear or wise
For behind a lover's back a dagger hides
Gleaming, cold, yet clear and bright
And so I warn of Byron's prize
"She walks in Shadow, like the night."