- 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!