How often do we come across something so cute, so fair, so other-worldly?

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes

Oh, to be a fair youth once more and to frolic with this young maiden in the fields!

Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

These two girls could very well be sisters. I'm reserving the one on the left.

One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face

Nothing like the long slender legs and shapely posteriors of cute young girls wearing flip flops.

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 goodness spent

A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

A rather unfortunate expression on the face of the girl on the left, but I think we're all busy admiring the cute young one on the right.