Desideria

SURPRISED by joy--impatient as the Wind    I turned 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.