Here you will find the Poem Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXI of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But when they had gone past him every one, With new resolve begotten of his dream, Adrian arose and followed where the stone Yawned for his love, and there unseen by them In the dark chauntry he beheld them lay Her body in the grave with his own heart. A bitter jest it seemed to him that they Should all stand near and only he apart, And through his soul a wind of anger swept When any in the sad crowd chanced to be Betwixt him and the woman he so wept, And oftentimes he cursed them bitterly That hands not his should touch her in the tomb, Waiting till night and his revenge should come.
