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.
Natalia-s Resurrection: Sonnet Xviii
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: anger, god, husband, life, music, sad, thanks, truth, wife, discover, bride, youth, love, I love you, face, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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