Desideria

By William Wordsworth

1770-1850


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.

DayPoems Poem No. 489
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