"Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind…"

                   Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind
                   I turned to share the transport — Oh! with whom
                   But Thee, deep 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.

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