Natalia Korshin

 Age 21

 Features Editor, the Northern Light

This is my favorite poem because it's mysterious, romantic, and whimsical. It doesn't entirely rhyme but the words roll off your tongue so well when recited.

 She Walks in Beauty, Like The Night  Lord Byron

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 the 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.