"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 mellowed to the 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 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,
     But tell of days in goodness spent,
     A mind at peace with all below,
     A heart whose love is innocent!

               Lord Byron