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 light 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 grow,

But tell of  days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with below,

A heart whose love is innocent!