My wife dug up this Byron poem when cleaning up her personal box (we are moving house soon). She kept it over the years, simply printed on coloured paper with a red ribboned border. To her, it evokes images of serenity, calm and, of course, beauty...I agree.

"She Walks in Beauty" - Lord Byron (1814)

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
All that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven 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 thought serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that 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.