She Was a Phantom of Delight by 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, an image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Sad. Written by Julius. , Sunday, December 28, 2008 at 12:14 AM, in Labels: poem.

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Say goodbye.