Named Heaven

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and scary skies;
And all that’s best of dark and light
Meet in her life and in her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that soul so light
Which heaven to gaudy yet 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-heaven.

And on that cheek, and over that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet powerful,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
With speak for nights in calm sleep,

Our mind at peace with all below,
Our heart whose love is innocent!