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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

William Wordsworth

CC. Desideria

SURPRISED by joy—impatient as the wind—

I turn’d 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 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.