She was a bouquet of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely presence the heavens sent
To be my life’s ornament;
Her eyes like stars that are so rare
Just like twilight’s beauty, her dusky hair;
The image of her that these words drew
I gazed at her as the time flew;
A gorgeous shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, to brighten this day.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A pretty face but an enigma too!
Her awkward movements light and free
But graceful like lady liberty;
A scarce occurrence in which did meet
Humble ways and gestures sweet;
A creature too bright and good
With human nature’s changing mood;
Along with brief sorrows and simple wiles,
Came praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
And now I see with my eyes serene
The very pulse of this machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
An instigator of life amidst all the death;
The reason firm, the abstinent will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A Perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, comfort and command;
Yet a spirit still, bold and bright
With something of angelic light.