william wordsworthun siiri.
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 thoughts return
was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
save one, one only, when i stood forlorn,
knowing my hearts best treasure was no more;
that neither present time, nor years inborn
could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
surprised by joy
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