Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. - William Wordsworth

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 May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.