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 WordsworthFor oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
William WordsworthYet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
William Wordsworth