William Wordsworth

“ 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 grevious loss? ”

“ Surprised by Joy, Impatient as the Wind
Surprised by joy, impatient as the wind, ”