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 the more, one ray the less, br Had half impaired the nameless grace br Which waves in every raven tress, br Or softly lightens o'er her face; br Where thoughts serenely sweet express, br How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.