A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. - 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.

Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.