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In Memoriam: She Walks in Beauty

For Maxine Peters - who is "away," but will always and forever touch the lives of those who knew her.

She walks in beauty, like the nightLake_champlain
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets 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 serenly 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.   LORD BYRON

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Yvonne DiVita

Naomi, yes. It was about your mother.

Naomi Peters

Was this posted about my mother?

Bree

So.. in this poem does the woman he is speaking of die?

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