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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXVIII
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Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,
 Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;
 If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover
 Ill might it fare with thee for her love`s sake.
 Away with her to thine own palace walls,
 Where thou shalt cherish her, and none may know.
 Thy grief alone in those sad funerals
 Was left behind and thou art quit of woe.
 Oh, happy bridal! Now let songs be sung,
 Lead forth the dances, let the minstrels play,
 Bring her thou lovest thy own kith among,
 A stranger bride, and who shall say thee nay?
 Death`s mighty river whoso hath passed through
 Stands clear of blame, do fate what it may do.
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