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.