"She walks in beauty like the night"

    Of cloudless climes and starry 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 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 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.