Surprised by Joy by William Wordsworth

Surprised by Joy

by William Wordsworth

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 grievious 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 chalk drawing of William Wordworth was made by Benjamin Robert Haydon in 1818; the image comes from the National Portrait Gallery in London.

William Wordsworth
by Benjamin Robert Haydon

chalk, 1818 (NPG 3687)
© National Portrait Gallery, London
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