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
One shade the more,
one ray the less
had half impaired the
nameless grace
which waves in every raven-tress
or softly lightens all her face
and on that cheek and all that brow
so soft,
so calm,
yet eloquent
the smiles that win,
the tints that glow
but
hell of days in goodness spent
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