Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart, <br />Which he had hardened against all dismay, <br />And wrapped up secretly and laid apart <br />As something which should not be used to--day, <br />Woke with a pang, and tremulously wan <br />Started and listened. There in the new morn <br />Of this grey wakening, like a long drowned man <br />Brought back to life, he knew the world forlorn <br />By the dull ache which was in every limb. <br />The ghastly pleasures which had gorged his care <br />Paled as he looked at them. His dead lusts dim <br />Stank like lost corpses in the morning air. <br />And yet 'twas passing sweet, despite the pain, <br />To feel and move and live and love again.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-ix/
