SHE walks in beauty like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies

And all that"s best of dark and bright

Meets in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellow"d to that tender light 5

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more one ray the less

Had half impair"d the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress

Or softly lightens o"er her face 10

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 15

But tell of days in goodness spent —

A mind at peace with all below

A heart whose love is innocent.