POEM:YOU ARE THE MOON.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of colourless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet 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 the raven trees,
Or softly lightens over her face;
Where thought serenely express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on the cheek, and over that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win , the tint that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind that at peace with all below,
A heart whose look is innocent.

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