She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamād upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a momentās ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilightās, 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.
As you probably know, photography is a pretty big thing in the worldš·. It can be a wonderful job for some people, express emotions, and be an outlet for bottled up feelingsš¤£šš„ŗ.
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