Surprized by joy -- impatient as the Wind I wished to share the transport-- Oh! with whom But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love recalled 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.
William Wordsworth