Turkish Delight

"A Turkish Phantom"
by me

If only I were a Phantom of delight
eating the scrumptious Turkish Delight.
To follow heaven's lightly light
and not in man's ravenous plight.
For you are hungry, and I am too,
but of glory's light, none a few.
Take my delight, and savor my taste;
let not all of me go to unkept waste.
But take my delight, and cherish it so.
For to everyone else, I'll be unknown.
And take my delight, it'll be yours to keep.
It merely depends on how far you're to reach.
A reach once grasped, I'll have you know
is one forever, so don't you let go

for there will be no more Turkish Delight for you.


A bit cheeky, eh?

And now, for the master. W. Wordsworth

CLXXIV. "She was a Phantom of delight"

SHE 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;	5
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.	10
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	15
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.	20
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,	25
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 an angel light.