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 that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace.

Or softly lightens o'er her face
Where thoughts serenely sweet express, 
express? 
express...

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace.