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 mellowed to that
tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more,
one ray the less, Had half impaired 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!