She walks in beauty, through the night
Of cloudness climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and light
Meet in her aspect and in her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender sight
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II.
One shade the more, one sun ray less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven hair,
Or softly lightens over her face;
Where thoughts flow calmly in air
How pure, how dear their dwelling place
III.
And so that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet so eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that shine,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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