SURPRISED by joy–impatient as the Wind
; ; ;I turned to share the transport–O! with whom
; ; ;But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recall’d thee to my mind–
; ; ;But how could I forget thee? Through what power,
; ; ;Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss?–That thought’s return
; ; ;Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
; ; ;Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
; ; ;Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.



– Desideria by William Wordsworth



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