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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 twilight's, too, her dusky hair; -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), She Was a Phatom of Delight |
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