She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thatâ€™s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowâ€™d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impairâ€™d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens oâ€™er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and oâ€™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!