Treasure Island

William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

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.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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  • Linnea O'neal (1/23/2012 12:49:00 PM)

    a little bumbed- I saw an actor last night on Oprah's OWN network, speaking about a poem, he says he was quoting this one. I even wrote it down. There is nothing like that quote here. Actors! (Report) Reply

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