And still the music sounded near and near, <br />Loud and more loud on Adrian's nuptial way, <br />Preluding soft, as 'twere a dulcimer, <br />But gathering strength and volume with delay, <br />And sadness too. In truth, as strange a chaunt <br />As ever bridegroom's ear might choose to know, <br />Or lover's voice to listening lover vaunt, <br />(Thus Adrian argued in his dream) for, lo, <br />The dirge resolved itself to words of pain, <br />And ``Miserere mei Domine'' <br />Became the burden of its dolorous strain, <br />Till the love faded from Natalia's glee, <br />And with a sudden shudder in the sun <br />Adrian awoke and his brave dream was done.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-xix/
