She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes
Whose mellowed by 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 over her face
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear there dwelling place
And on that cheek, and over that brow
So soft, so calm, so 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.

                     - Lord Byron