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!
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