April 17, 2003

My all,

You walk in beauty, like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 

And all that’s best of dark and bright 

Meet in your aspect and your 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 your 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. 

Aiden