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 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.