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 geguiled as to be v\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.