reft

Or the charm that thou seekest is reft of its power;

How much pure delight has not been reft from us!

Nay, to me, forgotten, reft Of insight, lapped by trees and flowers, was left The notion of a service—ha?

Do they believe that Christ from heaven's throne mocked when colored mothers, reft of babes, knelt by empty cradles and besought his aid?

Since that dear voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to join the spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe?