she is.

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Before I finish my 8 page book report,

(which I haven't exactly read entirely)

I needed to post this poem because it is just so beautiful.

Plus it is rainy and foggy outside making it a perfect day for procrastinating with poems and flickrs. Check out this one here, where I found the lovely image above.

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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 waylay.

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.

- will wordsworth.