This is a short poem of two stanzas and sixteen lines. It is written in first person with only one mention of the author. What is particularly interesting about this poem is the personification of the concept of beauty. While the metaphor of nature as a woman (Mother Nature) is nothing new, Byron’s interpretation remains fresh because of his way of grounding the metaphor in very specific and concrete details. In particular, the word beauty is capitalized and depicted as as a mother with daughters, starting with the first line (“There be none of Beauty’s daughters”). Byron then elaborates on this idea in the second stanza in the lines “Whose breast is gently heaving/Like an infant’s asleep.” Here words like “breast” and “infant” are used to reinforce the concept of Beauty as not only an abstract mother but also one with specific offspring (daughters).