She Walks on 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
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,
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!
You can listen to a song based on the poem here.
You can listen to the poem here.
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