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She walks in beauty, like the night 她走来，风姿幽美，好像 Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 无云的夜空，繁星闪闪; And all that's best of dark and bright 明与暗的最美的形象 Meet in her aspect and her eyes: 交集于她的容颜和双眼， Thus mellow'd to that tender light 融成一片淡雅的清光—— Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 浓艳的白昼与此无缘。 One shade the more, one ray the less, 多一道阴影，少一缕光芒， Had half impair'd the nameless grace 都会有损于这无名之美： Which waves in every raven tress, 美在她绺绺黑发间荡漾， Or softly lightens o'er her face; 也在她颜面上洒布柔辉; Where thoughts serenely sweet express 愉悦的思想在那儿颂扬 How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 这神圣寓所的纯洁高贵。 And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, 安详，和婉，富于情态—— So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, 在那脸颊上，在那眉宇间， | 
