"She walks in beauty like the night"

    Of cloudless climes and starry¹ skies

    And all that's best of dark and bright

    Meets in her aspect and her eyes；

    Thus mellow'd to that tender light

    Which Heaven to gaudy² day denies.

    One shade the more one ray the less

    Had half impair'd the nameless grace

    Which waves in every raven³ tress

    Or softly lightens o'er her face

    Where thoughts serenely⁴ sweet express

    How pure how dear their dwelling-place.

    And on that cheek and o'er that brow

    So soft so calm yet eloquent⁵

    The smiles that win the tints⁶ that glow

    But tell of days in goodness spent —

    A mind at peace with all below

    A heart whose love is innocent.