This poem was read at Sybella's funeral, by my brother, who did a smashing job, by the way.
It is about a girl whose physical, emotional and spiritual beauty is of utmost perfection. For us, it wholeheartedly encompasses Sybella's body and soul, forever preserved as innocent and pure.
It is a beautiful piece of writing. I can quote it by now, and often say it while I'm hanging out the washing!
She Walks In Beauty
By Lord Byron
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!