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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XIX
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And still the music sounded near and near,
 Loud and more loud on Adrian`s nuptial way,
 Preluding soft, as `twere a dulcimer,
 But gathering strength and volume with delay,
 And sadness too. In truth, as strange a chaunt
 As ever bridegroom`s ear might choose to know,
 Or lover`s voice to listening lover vaunt,
 (Thus Adrian argued in his dream) for, lo,
 The dirge resolved itself to words of pain,
 And ``Miserere mei Domine``
 Became the burden of its dolorous strain,
 Till the love faded from Natalia`s glee,
 And with a sudden shudder in the sun
 Adrian awoke and his brave dream was done.
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