So he departed angry and in haste, <br />A bitter wanderer on the ways of life: <br />He cared not whither so he found a feast <br />Spread for his hunger which should need no strife. <br />He went out silent, scornful and alone, <br />That none might pity him. He would not make <br />Of his too public grief a public moan, <br />Nor yet feign laughter for his manhood's sake, <br />For now that love was lost he less had heart <br />To cast his pride too on the dunghill there, <br />And his were griefs where none could bear a part, <br />And his a cup of pain no lips could share. <br />He went his way, to Germany some said, <br />And some to Naples, some that he was dead.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-vi/
