[This was in fact suggested by my daughter Catherine long after her death.[AN]—I. F.]
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."—Ed.
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned[78] to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, deep buried [79] 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