<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thought of night consoled him. To his vision<br>Natalia was dead only in false death,<br>The sleeping treason of some false misprision,<br>Some silent mystery of shortened breath,<br>Not dead in truth for ever and to him,<br>Or to that other life his dream foretold:--<br>Her murderers these. And in his heart the whim<br>Rose he should draw her from her cincture cold,<br>And set his lips upon her lips once more,<br>And free her spirit thus from its dull trance,<br>And all should be between them as before,<br>Only more dear for her deliverance.<br>And darkly there he smiled as, their work done,<br>The mourners left him with their dead alone.</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=536508" data-title="Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXII de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="The thought of night consoled him. To his vision Natalia was dead only in false death, The sleeping treason of some false misprision, Some silent mystery of shortened breath, Not dead in truth for ever and to him, Or to that other life his dream f..."></div> </div> </div>

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