She walks in beauty like the night <br />of cloudless climes and starry skies; <br />and all that's best of dark and bright <br />meet in her aspect and her eyes: <br />thus mellowed to that tender light <br />which heaven to gaudy day denies. <br /> <br />One shade more, one ray the less, <br />had half impaired the homeless grace <br />which, waves in every raven tress, <br />or softly lightens o'er her face; <br />where thoughts serenley sweet express <br />how pure, how dear their dwelling place. <br /> <br />and on that cheek and o'er that brow, <br />so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, <br />the smiles that win, the tints that glow, <br />but tell of days in goodness spent, <br />a mind at peace with allbelow, <br />a heart whose love is innocent.<br /><br />christina henry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-walks-in-beauty-5/
