From Bartlett's:

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine.

A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort and command.
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

-from stanzas 1 & 3, She Was a Phantom of Delight, William Woodsworth

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL