She Walks In Beauty Poem by Andrew Kennedy

She walks in beauty,
like the cloudless night and starry skies.
All that's best of dark and bright,
meet in the aspect of 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.
Which waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens over her face.
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
how pure, how dear their dwelling place.

A mind at peace with all below,
a heart you've been dying to know.