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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet VIII
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And so it was that, sitting ever thus
 Dumb to all speech of those that knew her woe
 And bare with her sole sorrow in the house,
 And ever watching with sad eyes below
 To see if any came with help for her
 Whom none could help with pity or with pride
 Or word of patience, ere her time was near,
 She bore her yet unliving child and died.
 There was great mourning for her in those days
 Because of her high lineage and fair youth.
 Men knowing her spoke nobly in her praise,
 Or knowing not yet mourned for very ruth.
 And all Rome wept for her, and far and wide
 The fame was noised how of her love she died.
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