She Walks In Beauty
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
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Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
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And all that 's best of dark and bright
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Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
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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 tress, | |
| 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 heart whose love is innocent!
2 comments:
Fine sketches accompanied by one of my favorite poems.
@Nothing Profound: Thanks a lot! yeah, I love the poem too. :)
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