Day 6. Surprised by Joy by William Wordsworth. (Sonnet).
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport-Oh with whom
But Thee, long 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 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 heart’s best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, no years unborn
Could my sight that heavenly face restore.
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