Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1865/Surprised by Joy, Impatient as the Wind

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Surprised by Joy, Impatient as the Wind
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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 grevious 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.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.