She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<br />
And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;<br />
Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.<br />
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One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace<br />
Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face;<br />
Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.<br />
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And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<br />
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,<br />
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.
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