Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 10, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: But with full daylight finding no relief Last Line: "o my soul's soul, I did not bid thee die." | ||||||||
But with full daylight finding no relief, Though he had spent the newness of his fears And looked with altered eyes upon his grief, For sorrow often drowses in its tears, And men sleep deepest on a wound, he rose And taking horse made in all haste for Rome, Thinking if thus he might assuage his woes By visiting his dead Natalia's tomb And asking of her dear new-buried lips What secret thought had been of love and him When the world left her in its last eclipse. And still in passionate words he made his theme, That she was waiting yet to hear his cry: "O my soul's soul, I did not bid thee die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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