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 .
One shade the more , one ray the less , Had half impair’ d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven trees , 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 !