She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamβd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a momentβs ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilightβs, 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.
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