- And all that's best of dark and bright
- Thus mellow'd to that tender light
- Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
- 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;
- 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.
It's also the birthday of George Balanchine, the choreographer, born in 1904. I'm not much on ballet, but Balanchine also did some great work for Broadway theater in its classic period in the 1930s-1950s; here is a famous ballet called "Slaughter on Tenth Avenue," with Vera Ellen and the great (okay, I say that a lot, but this time I really mean it) Gene Kelly: