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William Wordsworth - She Was A Phantom Of Delight
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    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 Twilight`s, too, her dusky hair;
    But all things else about her drawn
    From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
    A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
   To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
   I saw her upon nearer view,
   A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
   Her household motions light and free,
   And steps of virgin-liberty;
   A countenance in which did meet
   Sweet records, promises as sweet;
   A Creature not too bright or good
   For human nature`s daily food;
   For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
   Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
   And now I see with eye serene
   The very pulse of the machine;
   A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
   A Traveller between life and death;
   The reason firm, the temperate will,
   Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
   A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
   To warn, to comfort, and command;
   And yet a Spirit still, and bright
   With something of angelic light.
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