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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXIX
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He bore her to his home `twixt life and death,
 By mute connivance of the slumbering streets,
 Bore her redeemed to a new world of breath
 And peace divine, belike the Paraclete`s.
 There lay she in his hands for many days
 Speechless, unasking,--only in her soul
 The wonder grew at love`s mysterious ways
 Which had outwitted grief and proved her fool.
 Ay, fool in sooth, unblest by her own will,
 Yet now by chiding of love`s guidance blest,
 Who, sparing all, of all now found her fill,
 And lost to love was now of love the guest.
 Dreaming she lay, with visions in her eyes
 Of a new world where women all were wise.
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