Here you will find the Poem Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet IX of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart, Which he had hardened against all dismay, And wrapped up secretly and laid apart As something which should not be used to--day, Woke with a pang, and tremulously wan Started and listened. There in the new morn Of this grey wakening, like a long drowned man Brought back to life, he knew the world forlorn By the dull ache which was in every limb. The ghastly pleasures which had gorged his care Paled as he looked at them. His dead lusts dim Stank like lost corpses in the morning air. And yet 'twas passing sweet, despite the pain, To feel and move and live and love again.
