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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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