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"She Was a Phantom of Delight"
(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 way-lay.

I saw her upon a 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 Traveler between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light.
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then--all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
Where leafless oaks towered high above,
I sat within an undergrove
Of tallest hollies, tall and green;
A fairer bower was never seen.
From year to year the spacious floor
With withered leaves is covered o'er,
And all the year the bower is green.
But see! where'er the hailstones drop
The withered leaves all skip and hop;
There's not a breeze--no breath of air--
Yet here, and there, and everywhere
Along the floor, beneath the shade
By those embowering hollies made,
The leaves in myriads jump and spring,
As if with pipes and music rare
Some Robin Good-fellow were there,
And all those leaves, in festive glee,
Were dancing to the minstrelsy.


Poems/ Poetry / Quotations by William Wordsworth
 Childless Father, The | Composed During a Storm | Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 | Desideria | Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle In A Storm, Painted By Sir George Beaumont | A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags, | "She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways" | She was a phantom of delight | "Surprised by Joy--Impatient as the Wind" | "'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love" | "With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh," | A Character | A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School | A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal | By the Seaside | Daffodils | Goody Blake and Harry Gill | Idiot Boy, The | Inscriptions Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone | It is not to be Thought of | Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots | Laodamia | Memory | Mutability | My Heart Leaps Up | O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art | September, 1819 | Oak and The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem | Ode Composed On A May Morning | On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford | On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic | Peter Bell, A Tale | Reverie of Poor Susan, The | Rural Architecture | Russian Fugitive, The | Ruth | Solitary Reaper, The | Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle upon the Restoration of Lord Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors | Song For The Wandering Jew | Sparrow's Nest, The | Surprised by Joy | French Revolution as it appeared to Enthusiasts, The | Power of Armies Is a Visible Thing, The | Prelude, The - (Book 1) | Prelude, The - (Book 4) | Reaper, The | 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love | There is an Eminence of these our hills | Wishing Gate, The | Seven Sisters, The (OR Solitude of Binnorie, The) | Sonnet, The (ii) | Shepherd Looking Eastward Softly Said, The | To A Butterfly (second poem) | To M.H. | To May | To The Daisy (second poem) | To The Daisy (third poem) | Two April Mornings, The | We are Seven | With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st the Sky | With ships the sea was sprinkled | Written in Early Spring | Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Century | Written in London. September, 1802 | Written in March | Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere | Yarrow Unvisited | Yarrow Visited |


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