She Walks in Beauty
- 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
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Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
- One shade the more, one ray the 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
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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,
- The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
- But tell of days in goodness spent,
- A mind at peace with all below,
- A heart whose love is innocent!
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