she was a phantom of delight
when first she gleam'd upon my sight
a lovely apparition, sent
to be a moment's ornament
her eyes as stars of twighlight fair
like twilight's, too, her dusky hair
but all things else about her drawn
from may-tine and the cheerful dawn
a dancing shape leading away
to haunt, to startle, and waylay
william wordsworth
excerpted from she was a phantom of delight
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