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 soft lighten serenity o’er her face
Where thought serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that check, and o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smile 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!
