<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould<br>A pick and spade cast down by accident.<br>And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold<br>He guessed the furtherers of his heart's intent.<br>And all night through he wrought with them in rage,<br>As miners do who know the prize at hand.<br>Blest Adrian! Now thy lips thou shalt engage<br>In the full solace thy long love has planned.<br>Her face is near thee. Speed thee on thy task.<br>Her breast's fair purity is thine to kiss.<br>She shall not now deny though thou shouldst ask<br>Her whole soul's prize in ransom of thy bliss.<br>Thrice happy Adrian! See, thy hands have slid<br>Trembling on thy Natalia's coffin lid.</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=536510" data-title="Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXIV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould A pick and spade cast down by accident. And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold He guessed the furtherers of his heart's intent. And all night through he wrought with them in rage, As miners do who ..."></div> </div> </div>

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