We both lose that way
. The first page had a poem written on it, one by Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty…
She smiled at me, sad and shy, “Will you read it to me?”
All I could do was nod,
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.
. There was a short wall that blocked instant view to the rest of the room. Paley maneuvered, smiling happily, to straddle him
We both lose that way
. The first page had a poem written on it, one by Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty…
She smiled at me, sad and shy, “Will you read it to me?”
All I could do was nod,
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.
. There was a short wall that blocked instant view to the rest of the room. Paley maneuvered, smiling happily, to straddle him
We both lose that way
. The first page had a poem written on it, one by Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty…
She smiled at me, sad and shy, “Will you read it to me?”
All I could do was nod,
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.
. There was a short wall that blocked instant view to the rest of the room. Paley maneuvered, smiling happily, to straddle him
