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Perfect Woman
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William Wordsworth


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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 Maytime 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 warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

 

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William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) was a British Romantic poet. Though he suffered much tragedy in his personal life, he also enjoyed several deeply satisfying friendships, including ones with fellow poet Samuel Coleridge, and with his sister Dorothy, a writer in her own right. Wordsworth traveled extensively and was deeply influenced by his love of nature; both passions are evident in many of his poems. He lived much of his life in England's beautiful Lake District, and served as Poet Laureate of England from 1843 until his death.

 
 
 

Post New Comment:
rhonasheridan:
Oh! Mr Wordsworth! I think I liked your poem ...but....
Posted 08/07/2014 12:49 AM
nancilee:
The most notable line to me is ,"A perfect woman, nobly plann'd, To warm, to comfort, and command." I think I'll write my own poem about the "Perfect Woman."
Posted 08/06/2014 03:29 PM
KevinArnold:
Pretty powerful stuff, remarkably modern for roughly two hundred years ago. I was particularly moved by: A being breathing thoughtful breath, / A traveller between life and death;
Posted 08/05/2014 11:40 PM


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