Okay, considering how un-romantic I am, I have to say that these lines are beautiful. Lord Byron, considering the fact that I didn't like him because he is such a dandy has changed my mind with this poem. Especially the first two lines: "She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies," I think I only like it cause it conjures an image of an ethereal beauty, supernatural and unreal. Hell, if he's comparing her to a cloudless night, she's gonna be surreal. Hmm... somehow it reminds me of this goddess from Endymion, whose name I just can't grasp at the moment.