Until it happened, as such things will be, <br />That she, who had a proud man for her spouse <br />None the less loving that unloved was he, <br />Must bear a child, the heir to his high house. <br />Then Adrian left her. It was idle sorrow <br />Longer to wait a suppliant at her door, <br />Weeping the promise of a lost to--morrow <br />Which never could be his nor valued more. <br />And he was tired of tears and nightly needed <br />To feed his manhood's strength on stronger meat, <br />And neither word of hers nor vow he heeded, <br />Who was thus proved a daughter of deceit; <br />And he was wrath with her and womanhood, <br />And with himself, and chiefly wrath with God.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-v/
