A heritage for ever. Such a sleep
Came upon Adrian and such a dream,
As in the shade he lay a weary heap.
For, while he rested, still it seemed to him
He rode towards the city of his love,
Only in mirth not sadness. And, behold,
In his soothed bosom Hope, a brooding dove,
Had made again her nest, and manifold
Fair pleasures round him seemed to perch and sing
Like wild birds in the branches overhead,
And his heart leaped in joy with everything,
As in the days ere yet his joys were dead,
Until he found himself, it seemed, in Rome
And knocking at the doors of his own home.
Natalia-s Resurrection: Sonnet Xiii
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: city, dream, heart, home, hope, joy, sleep, wild, shade, dove, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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