Love is Innocent
She walks in beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and light,
Meet in the aspect of her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light,
Which heaven to guady 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 lighten o'er her face;
Where thoughts serverly sweet express
How pure, how dear, there 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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