Here you will find the Poem Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XVIII of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor were the rest astonished. Even he, Natalia's lord, in all complacent grace Looked on approving of her act when she Stepped forward with her face to Adrian's face, And touched his lips and told him of the truth How all was ended now of her old life, With the sad barrier that had marred their youth: Husband no longer and no longer wife, Natalia had grown free. Then the proud lover Gave thanks to God and took her arm in his, Fearless how now their love they should discover To any anger of suspicious eyes, And led her forth his bride before them all With solemn music to the banquet--hall.
