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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet III
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Matron was she of a great Roman house,
 And wed in youth to one she might not love;
 Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,
 Such as all noblest virtues most behove.
 How dare she trifle with ignoble things,
 Or yield her fair fame to a stranger`s care,
 Or let her passionate desire take wings,
 Or be of those unchastely debonnaire?
 Yet with him she was well, and far from him
 A bird shaft--stricken which no more may fly.
 She deemed his smile as of the seraphim,
 And in his frown she was one like to die.
 For his dear sake `twixt niggard hopes and fears
 She lived in death for two long weary years.
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