She walks in beauty like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

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And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to the tender light

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Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less

Had half impaired the nameless grace

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Which waves in every raven tress

Or softly lightens o’er her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

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How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek and o’er that brow

So soft, so calm yet eloquent,

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The smiles that win, the tints that glow

But tell of days in goodness spent

A mind at peace with all below,

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A heart whose love is innocent.