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 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
Dearest heart, know
this heart is still and bursting with love
Gods will did it
wherever he leads you
matters not
as they are the same to me
for the sake of you
may my love be silent
a perfect guest
in a perfect nest
Giving Joy
the chance to dance
and sing a little louder
in thy breast.
Comment by catherine — December 10, 2008 @ 2:13 pm
dear newly appointed editor, could you do me a favour and ammend the comment/ poem i sbmitted yesterday. I pressed a button prematurely, before i dotted the proverbial
i’s etc. The changes to be made are
1. full stop after ‘it’ – 3rd line.
2. capital letterstart of 4th line.
3. change ‘you’ to ‘thee’ -7th line
4. line 13 please add to line 12 to make one long line
- the chance to dance and sing a little louder-
thankyou thankyou
catherine
Comment by catherine — December 11, 2008 @ 1:29 pm
(much happier comment\poem)
Dearest heart, know
this heart is still and bursting with love
Gods will did it.
Wherever he leads thee
matters not
for they are the same
you see.
For thy sacred sake
may my love be silent
a perfect guest in a perfect nest
giving joy
the chance to dance and sing a little sweeter
in thy breast.
Comment by catherine — January 15, 2009 @ 1:24 pm