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,which I'm heaven to gaudy day denies．

One shade more, one ray less, had half impaired the nameless grace.which 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 below,a heart whose love is innocent.

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