1   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 mellow’d to that tender light      Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. 2   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;   Where thoughts serenely sweet express      How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 3   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!