"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

Wich heaven to gaudy day denies

One shade the more, one ray the less,

had half impaired the nameless grace

Wich 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 the days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!"

Lord Byron