<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Beauty on Poem of the Day</title><link>https://poemofday.com/tags/beauty/</link><description>Recent content in Beauty on Poem of the Day</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://poemofday.com/tags/beauty/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>She Walks in Beauty</title><link>https://poemofday.com/p/she-walks-in-beauty/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://poemofday.com/p/she-walks-in-beauty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that&amp;rsquo;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o&amp;rsquo;er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And on that cheek, and o&amp;rsquo;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!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tyger</title><link>https://poemofday.com/p/the-tyger/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://poemofday.com/p/the-tyger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the stars threw down their spears
And water&amp;rsquo;d heaven with their tears:
Did smile his work to see?
Did he smile his work to see?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>