She Was a Phantom of Delight BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 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; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful…
Meaghan Walsh Gerard
writer. photographer. woman of letters.