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English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

William Wordsworth

400. Desideria

SURPRIZED by joy—impatient as the wind—

I turn’d 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.