He walks in Beauty

He walks in beauty, like the day

Of sparkling sun and hella gay;

And all that's best of love and life

Meet in his aspect and his eyes;

Thus strengthened by all the strife

Which heaven to gaudy straight denies.

One glint the more, one jewel the less,

Would half impair his nameless grace

Which shines in every raven tress,

Or softly reflects upon his face;

Where thoughts queerly express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on his cheeks, and over that brow,

So bright, so gay, yet eloquent,

The thighs that win, the legs that go,

And tell of days in clubs spent,

A twink at peace with all below,

A guy who is not so innocent.