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BOOK FOURTH
200 DESIDERIA

Surprised by joy-impatient as the wind
I turn'd 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.
W. WORDSWORTH.

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BOOK FOURTH
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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky!

Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear, When our voices, commingling, breathed like one on the ear; And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls, I think, 0 my Love! 'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom of Souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
T. MOORE.

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