From 'Like The Touch Of Rain' by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917)
and 'She Walks In Beauty' by Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Like a touch of rain she was
On my skin and eyes
Walking down the street I was
Like the rain, she took me by surprise
Fascination drew her in
To a room with me
I learned to let each day begin
With her smile, that I alone can see

And she, she walks in beauty
And she, she walks in beauty
Like starry skies

Like a brewing storm it grew
Through a summer day
There were thoughts I knew were true
But the words I was afraid to say
Hesitation closed the door
On the blessed rain
My heart was never shut before
Now she's gone, and I'm alone again.

But she, she walks in beauty
But she, she walks in beauty
Like starry skies
Like moonlit nights
Like cloudless skies