Here you will find the Poem Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXIX of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
He bore her to his home 'twixt life and death, By mute connivance of the slumbering streets, Bore her redeemed to a new world of breath And peace divine, belike the Paraclete's. There lay she in his hands for many days Speechless, unasking,--only in her soul The wonder grew at love's mysterious ways Which had outwitted grief and proved her fool. Ay, fool in sooth, unblest by her own will, Yet now by chiding of love's guidance blest, Who, sparing all, of all now found her fill, And lost to love was now of love the guest. Dreaming she lay, with visions in her eyes Of a new world where women all were wise.
