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 mellowed to the tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One ray the more, one shade the lessHad half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tressOr 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 browSo soft, so calm yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glowBut tell of days in goodness spentA mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent.
