she walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and stary skies; and all thats best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and in her eyes: thus mellowed to thet tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. one shade the more, one ray the less, had half impared 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 mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent - George Gordon, Lord Byron