She Walks in Beauty

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 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