Here you will find the Poem Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XVII of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor yet in vain. For to him through the rout Behold, 'mid herald whispers of her name And laughing eyes and welcome hands held out, Natalia's self behind her husband came, Her face arrayed in smiles, as who should say She held a secret string of happiness Joined to her heart grief could not take away. And Adrian gazed at her in rapturous bliss, Knowing his love had triumphed o'er the grave And she at last was his, a heritage For ever for his heart to hold and have, In spite of change and death's untimely rage And the long tempest of forgotten tears, The pain, the anger and the grief of years.
