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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVII
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Nor yet in vain. For to him through the rout
 Behold, `mid herald whispers of her name
 And laughing eyes and welcome hands held out,
 Natalia`s self behind her husband came,
 Her face arrayed in smiles, as who should say
 She held a secret string of happiness
 Joined to her heart grief could not take away.
 And Adrian gazed at her in rapturous bliss,
 Knowing his love had triumphed o`er the grave
 And she at last was his, a heritage
 For ever for his heart to hold and have,
 In spite of change and death`s untimely rage
 And the long tempest of forgotten tears,
 The pain, the anger and the grief of years.
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