In Reply to: Re: The Spirit of Mayo;r/e 'New Forum' posted by Who on September 17, 2008 at 19:20:16:

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thats best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd 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 goodnes spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent