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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet VI
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So he departed angry and in haste,
 A bitter wanderer on the ways of life:
 He cared not whither so he found a feast
 Spread for his hunger which should need no strife.
 He went out silent, scornful and alone,
 That none might pity him. He would not make
 Of his too public grief a public moan,
 Nor yet feign laughter for his manhood`s sake,
 For now that love was lost he less had heart
 To cast his pride too on the dunghill there,
 And his were griefs where none could bear a part,
 And his a cup of pain no lips could share.
 He went his way, to Germany some said,
 And some to Naples, some that he was dead.
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