They walk in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in their aspect and their eyes; Thus mellowed 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 o’er their 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, Minds at peace with all below, Hearts whose love is innocent!
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 04:58:44 +0000
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