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 more, one ray the less,
had half impaired the homeless grace
which, waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens o'er her face;
where thoughts serenley 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 allbelow,
a heart whose love is innocent.
christina henry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-walks-in-beauty-5/
