Catherine: (reading a portion of "Surprised By Joy" by William Wordsworth) ...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 of sorrow ever bore.
Save one, only one, 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.