Surprised by joy- impatient as the WindI 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 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. William Wordsworth
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“Surprised by joy- impatient as the Wind” is a poem by John Keats. He was inspired by the story of Pygmalion who was so taken by the beauty of his statue of Galatea that he fell in love with it. The marble statue seemed to have come to life! So Keats’s poem is an ode to being surprised by joy, which makes one feel foolish for being so ecstatic about something that can never happen again.

Source: The Works Of William Wordsworth (Wordsworth Collection)

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