She Walks in Beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of clouds that fall and star that rise;

And all that's best of black and white.

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus calmed to that bright light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, on ray the less,

Partially impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every ravens tress,

Or lightly shine over her face;

Where thoughts to be honest express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on the cheek, and over her brow,

So soft, so calm, but eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But in all the days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.