<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet X</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with full daylight finding no relief,<br>Though he had spent the newness of his fears<br>And looked with altered eyes upon his grief,<br>For sorrow often drowses in its tears,<br>And men sleep deepest on a wound, he rose<br>And taking horse made in all haste for Rome,<br>Thinking if thus he might assuage his woes<br>By visiting his dead Natalia's tomb<br>And asking of her dear new--buried lips<br>What secret thought had been of love and him<br>When the world left her in its last eclipse.<br>And still in passionate words he made his theme,<br>That she was waiting yet to hear his cry:<br>``O my soul's soul, I did not bid thee die.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536497" data-title="Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet X de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="But with full daylight finding no relief, Though he had spent the newness of his fears And looked with altered eyes upon his grief, For sorrow often drowses in its tears, And men sleep deepest on a wound, he rose And taking horse made in all haste..."></div> </div> </div>

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