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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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!
