WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.


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, and Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

_A Phantom of Delight._


A gentle maid, whose heart is lowly bred,
With joyousness, and with a thoughtful cheer.

_A Farewell._


A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;