of cloudy and starless skies;
And all that's worst of dark and might
Meet in her aspects and her eyes;
Thus mellowed out by tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One more shade, one ray less,
Has half impaired the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress;
Or softly darkened on her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how innocent she appears in this place.
And on that cheek, and on that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet so profound,
The smile that's been lost, the tints that go,
But tell of days in goodness round,
A mind with rage for all below,
A heart whose hate goes around!
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