[There's a pause and she still stares at the ceiling as she rests the back of her palm on her forehead.]
One shade more, one ray less, Had half impair'd 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.
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[There's a pause and she still stares at the ceiling as she rests the back of her palm on her forehead.]
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd 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.