What Heavenly Smiles! O Lady Mine

What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine
Through my very heart they shine;
And, if my brow gives back their light,
Do thou look gladly on the sight;
As the clear Moon with modest pride
Beholds her own bright beams
Reflected from the mountain's side
And from the headlong streams.

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication 'Lyrical Ballads' in 1798. Born on April 7, 1770, Wordsworth's works are noted for their emphasis on the beauty of nature, the importance of emotion, and the value of the individual. His most famous work, 'The Prelude', is considered to be his masterpiece, which is a semi-autobiographical poem that he revised throughout his life.

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Queen of the stars! so gentle, so benign,
That ancient Fable did to thee assign,
When darkness creeping o'er thy silver brow
Warned thee these upper regions to forego,
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To A Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond)

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
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In truth together do ye seem
Like something fashioned in a dream;
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When earthly cares are laid asleep!
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Of common day, so heavenly bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
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God shield thee to thy latest years!
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When first that smile, like sunshine, blest my sight,
    Oh what a vision then came o'er me!
Long years of love, of calm and pure delight,
    Seemed in that smile to pass before me.
Ne'er did the peasant dream of summer skies,
    Of golden fruit and harvests springing,
With fonder hope than I of those sweet eyes,
    And of the joy their light was bringing.

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    Ah! woman's faith is like her brightness--
Fading as fast as rainbows or day-flowers,
    Or aught that's known for grace and lightness.
Short as the Persian's prayer, at close of day,
    Should be each vow of Love's repeating;
Quick let him worship Beauty's precious ray--
    Even while he kneels, that ray is fleeting!

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So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,
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The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown
On the smooth surface of this naked stone!

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Would through the clouds break forth on human sight!

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