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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet IX
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Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart,
 Which he had hardened against all dismay,
 And wrapped up secretly and laid apart
 As something which should not be used to--day,
 Woke with a pang, and tremulously wan
 Started and listened. There in the new morn
 Of this grey wakening, like a long drowned man
 Brought back to life, he knew the world forlorn
 By the dull ache which was in every limb.
 The ghastly pleasures which had gorged his care
 Paled as he looked at them. His dead lusts dim
 Stank like lost corpses in the morning air.
 And yet `twas passing sweet, despite the pain,
 To feel and move and live and love again.
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