Happy February! I love this month for many reasons. For the moment, I'll focus on the romance of it. From now until Valentine’s Day, I’ll post a classic love poem every day. And on Valentine’s Day, I’ll post the first chapter of Tremors, my newest romance. It’s taken me longer than I had hoped to finish it, but I’m happy to report that it’s almost there.
In the meantime, I hope that you enjoy this poem from the early 1800’s by Willian Wordsworth. He wrote it for his wife. It’s hardly modern, but I find it a little unusual and very sweet.
She was a Phantom of Delight
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 dawn,
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a woman, too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty,
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet,
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine,
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveler between life and death,
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill,
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command,
And yet a spirit still, and bright,
With something of an angel-light.
Surely, the past, present, and future connect in this miraculous state we call life. In this light, history and all human experience are ever-present. Wouldn't it be nice, then, if we could enjoy each other, if we could appreciate and celebrate our differences? Let us love! Let us have fun. Let us toast each other and wish each other well. Now, in our awareness, is the time to be happy, to do our best, to live fully to our purest, highest standards.