I still think about you.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

Her beauty gives most blind men sight:

We'll meet together again, upon heaven skies,

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

Being with her is forever happiness:

Elegance and intelligent when you look upon her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and over that brow,

so soft, so calm, yet magnificent,

In darkness her luminous smile will glow,

She's the goddess of excitement,

My mind still thinks of you, you know,

A heart whose love is still innocent!