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!
