William Wordsworth....Perfect Woman

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 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 plann'd....
To warn,to comfort,and command....
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light