There Was A Beautiful Spirit In Her Air [sonnet]

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Title:     There Was A Beautiful Spirit In Her Air [sonnet]
Author: Nathaniel Parker Willis [More Titles by Willis]

There was a beautiful spirit in her air,
As of a fay at revel. Hidden springs,
Too delicate for knowledge, should be there,
Moving her gently like invisible wings;
And then her lip out-blushing the red fruit
That bursts with ripeness in the Autumn time,
And the arch eye you would not swear was mute,
And the clear cheek, as of a purer clime,
And the low tone, soft as a pleasant flute
Sent over water with the vesper chime;
And then her forehead with its loose, dark curl,
And the bewildering smile that made her mouth
Like a torn rose-leaf moistened of the South--
She has an angel's gifts--the radiant girl!

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Nathaniel Parker Willis's poem: There Was A Beautiful Spirit In Her Air [sonnet]

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