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Lord Byron's "She Walks In Beauty Like the Night."
She walks in beauty, like the night / Of cloudless climes and starry skies, / And all that's best of dark and bright / Meets 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 impair'd 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.
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