A Spark Remembered
A friend's words, a flicker, and suddenly, there it is – the echo of teenage wonder, the intoxicating scent of first loves whispered in verse. My mind, once again, walks among the giants of poetry, Byron, Keats, Browning, their voices resonating with youthful fervor. And tonight, I share with you a gem from Byron's crown, a poem born of a single, breathtaking encounter. Imagine, if you will, a grand ball, the murmur of society, the swirl of elegant gowns and polished smiles. Then, amidst it all, a vision – a woman whose beauty surpasses the glittering scene, capturing Byron's heart and demanding immediate expression. This is "She Walks in Beauty," a testament to the transformative power of a single glance, a love letter penned in moonlight: 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 mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. ...