"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