"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 . . ." from SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by Lord Byron.
'I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it had been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence long; And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once – or yield to song.' from MY SOUL IS DARK by Lord Byron.
Illustration of a Japanese fairy tale wherein a girl befriends a crow demon in order to save the soul of her sister. Illustrated by Liz Pulido