He knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart [...] Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around.

What a charming girl! And what a skin! She positively radiated light around her.

Her eyes were full of new; it made them brighter.

When she smiles all are captivated by her radiance and everyone knows she is the most beautiful girl in the world.

She would rather light candles than curse the darkness and her glow has warmed the world.

She would rather light a candle than curse the darkness, and her glow has warmed the world.

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.

Light, with its handmaiden color, was everywhere.

Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture.

The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.

The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.

She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.