WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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.

^Daffodils

T WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

^ That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils ; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

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