<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A heritage for ever. Such a sleep<br>Came upon Adrian and such a dream,<br>As in the shade he lay a weary heap.<br>For, while he rested, still it seemed to him<br>He rode towards the city of his love,<br>Only in mirth not sadness. And, behold,<br>In his soothed bosom Hope, a brooding dove,<br>Had made again her nest, and manifold<br>Fair pleasures round him seemed to perch and sing<br>Like wild birds in the branches overhead,<br>And his heart leaped in joy with everything,<br>As in the days ere yet his joys were dead,<br>Until he found himself, it seemed, in Rome<br>And knocking at the doors of his own home.</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=536500" data-title="Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XIII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="A heritage for ever. Such a sleep Came upon Adrian and such a dream, As in the shade he lay a weary heap. For, while he rested, still it seemed to him He rode towards the city of his love, Only in mirth not sadness. And, behold, In his soothed bos..."></div> </div> </div>

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