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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet VII
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But where he fared and how, it matters not.
 He and his mourning ere a month had run
 Were out of mind with all and clean forgot,
 Kinsman and friend and foe: save only one,
 Only Natalia. She with tightened breath
 Heard his name spoken in reproof`s vain way
 And gave her melancholy soul to death.
 Foolish Natalia, who in love`s full day
 Had spent her grief, had nothing now to give
 Of greater woe to her soul`s agonies.
 Living she yet had hardly dared to live.
 She had wept dry the fountains of her eyes,
 And never on her sorrow broke a gleam
 Of that assuagement tears on others stream.
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