She Walks in Beauty Byron

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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 mellow'd to 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 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，
Amindatpeacewithallbelow，
    Aheartwhoseloveisinnocent!