Like the night of cloud less 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. Which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o`er her face ; Where thoughts serenely 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 tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent. She folded her life like origami, made what was large into something so small, bending and creasing her edges, Once Sharp corners had started to fray, Now so tiny that nobody noticed, As she slowly began to decay, Reduced to just ashes of moments, The wind swept her up off the floor, And her pieces were scattered in places, She'd not dared to inhabit before, As her eyes took in all of the beauty, Of a world which she'd lived life deprived. She learnt there's no need to say sorry, Taking up space simply means you're alive