ㅤㅤ ໑ 🐿 ، ࣪ She Walks in Beauty 𔘓 ࣪˖
𝐄𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐥
𖣂˖࣪ 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 which heaven to 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐲 day denies.
One shade the more, one ray
the less, had half impaired the name less 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.
𝐄𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐥
𖣂˖࣪ 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 which heaven to 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐲 day denies.
One shade the more, one ray
the less, had half impaired the name less 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.