She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless
climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark
and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus
mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy
day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half
impair'd the nameless graceWhich waves in every
raven tress,Or softly lightens o'er her face;Where
thoughts serenely sweet expressHow 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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