It always seems impossible until it’s done.

It always seems impossible until it's done.

It always seems impossible until it’s done.

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Perfect Woman: by William Wordsworth

he 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.

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 traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

A perfect Woman,nobly plann’d,
To warn, to comfort, and command;

And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 
As being past away.–Vain sympathies!
For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish;–be it so!
Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
Through love, through hope, and faith’s transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know. 

– William Wordsworth

Beauty of a Girl

But there is a beauty every girl has—a
gift from God, as pure as the sunlight,
and as sacred as life. It is a beauty that all men love, a virtue that wins all men’s souls. That beauty is chastity.
Chastity without skin beauty may enkindle the soul; skin beauty without chastity can kindle only the eye.
Chastity enshrined in the mold of true womanhood will hold true love eternally.