Here you will find the Poem Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet VIII of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so it was that, sitting ever thus Dumb to all speech of those that knew her woe And bare with her sole sorrow in the house, And ever watching with sad eyes below To see if any came with help for her Whom none could help with pity or with pride Or word of patience, ere her time was near, She bore her yet unliving child and died. There was great mourning for her in those days Because of her high lineage and fair youth. Men knowing her spoke nobly in her praise, Or knowing not yet mourned for very ruth. And all Rome wept for her, and far and wide The fame was noised how of her love she died.
