She walks in sorrow, like the night
Of shrouded stars and darkened skies;
And all dissension of dark and bright
Meet in her essence and her eyes;
Thus cheated of that tender light
Which heaven to downcast nights denies.

One ray the more, one shade the less,
Could not reveal the subdued grace
Which hides in every amber tress
Or rarely shows in humble face;
Where thoughts in earnest plea express,
How meek, yet strong their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So torn, so veiled, yet eloquent,
The smiles evoked, the tears that glow,
Tell conquered loss through spirit spent,
A beauty transcending earth below,
A love from unloved innocence!