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 twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
William WordsworthTwo voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
William WordsworthWe Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
William WordsworthOn a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
William Wordsworth