Oh you are sooooooooooo kind, I picked the right Mistress, to your beauty I dedicate you this

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
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair
But all things else about her drawn
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 thoughtfull breath
A traveller between life and death
The reason firm, the temperate will
Endurance, foresight, strenght 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.