DESIDERIA
by: William Wordsworth
(1770-1850)
- URPRISED 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.
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