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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXI
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But when they had gone past him every one,
 With new resolve begotten of his dream,
 Adrian arose and followed where the stone
 Yawned for his love, and there unseen by them
 In the dark chauntry he beheld them lay
 Her body in the grave with his own heart.
 A bitter jest it seemed to him that they
 Should all stand near and only he apart,
 And through his soul a wind of anger swept
 When any in the sad crowd chanced to be
 Betwixt him and the woman he so wept,
 And oftentimes he cursed them bitterly
 That hands not his should touch her in the tomb,
 Waiting till night and his revenge should come.
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