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 wich heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace.
Wich waves in every raven tress or softly lightens o´er face
Where thoughts serenly sweet express how pure, how dear their 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 telle of days in goodness spent---
A mind at peace with all bellow, a heart whose love is innocent...
Hum... Ca va, j´ai déjà à peu près la moitié, ça va aller vite ^^