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\title{On the comparative brightness of the stars, the sun, and the eyes}
\author{George G.~Byron \and Edgar A.~Poe}

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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.

Ah, less --- less bright the stars of the night than the eyes of
the radiant girl!

\dots{\it Only thine eyes remained.} They {\it would not} go ---
they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway home that
night, {\it they} have not left me (as my hopes have) since\dots
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), and are far up in
Heaven --- the stars I kneel to in the sad, silent watches of my
night; while even in the meridian glare of day I see them still
--- two sweetly scintillant Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!
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\section{She walks in beauty}

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.

One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired 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.

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! \cite{Byron}

\section{To Helen}

I saw thee once --- once only --- years ago: I must not say {\it
how} many --- but {\it not} many. It was a July midnight; and from
out a full-orbed moon, that, like thine soul, soaring, sought a
precipitate pathway up through heaven, there fell a silvery-silken
veil of light, with quietitude, and sultriness, and slumber, upon
the upturn'd faces of a thousand roses that grew in an enchanted
garden, where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe --- fell on
the upturn'd faces of these roses that gave out, in return for the
love-light, their odorous souls in an ecstatic death --- fell on
the upturn'd faces of these roses that smiled and died in this
parterre, enchanted by thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.

Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining;
while the moon fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses, and on
thine own, upturn'd --- alas, in sorrow!

Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight --- was it not Fate,
(whose name is Sorrow), that bade me pause before that garden
gate, to breathe the incense of those slumbering roses? No
footstep stirred: the hated world all slept, save only thee and
me. (Oh, heaven! --- oh, God! How my heart beats in coupling those
two words!) Save only thee and me. I paused --- I looked --- and
in an instant all things disappeared. (Ah, bear in mind this
garden was enchanted!) The pearly luster of the moon went out: the
mossy banks and the meandering paths, the happy flowers and the
repining trees, were seen no more: the very roses' odors died in
the arms of the adoring airs. All --- all expired save thee ---
save less than thou: save only the divine light in thine eyes ---
save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. I saw but them --- they
were the world to me. I saw but them --- saw only them for hours
--- saw only them until the moon went down. What wild
heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten upon those crystalline,
celestial spheres! How dark a wo! yet how sublime a hope! How
silently serene a sea of pride! How daring an ambition! yet how
deep --- how fathomless a capacity for love!

But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, into a western
couch of thundercloud; and thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
didst glide away. {\it Only thine eyes remained.} They {\it would
not} go --- they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway
home that night, {\it they} have not left me (as my hopes have)
since. They follow me --- they lead me through the years. They are
my ministers --- yet I their slave. Their office is to illumine
and enkindle --- my duty, {\it to be saved} by their bright light,
and purified in their electric fire, and sanctified in their
elysian fire. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), and
are far up in Heaven --- the stars I kneel to in the sad, silent
watches of my night; while even in the meridian glare of day I see
them still --- two sweetly scintillant Venuses, unextinguished by
the sun! \cite{Poe}

\section*{Acknowledgements}
{\it The authors are deeply grateful to W.H., Eulalie, and Helen
for the inspiration.}

\begin{thebibliography}{2}
\bibitem{Byron}{Selections from Byron. Moscow Progress Publishers, 1979.}
\bibitem{Poe}{Edgar Allan Poe. Complete Poems. Gramercy Books, NY, 1992.}
\end{thebibliography}

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\address{George G.~Byron, Newstead Abbey, Great Britain}
\address{Edgar A.~Poe, Scotland str. 10, Boston, USA}

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\address{George G.~Byron, Newstead Abbey, Great Britain}
\address{Edgar A.~Poe, Scotland str. 10, Boston, USA}

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