Nor were the rest astonished. Even he, <br />Natalia's lord, in all complacent grace <br />Looked on approving of her act when she <br />Stepped forward with her face to Adrian's face, <br />And touched his lips and told him of the truth <br />How all was ended now of her old life, <br />With the sad barrier that had marred their youth: <br />Husband no longer and no longer wife, <br />Natalia had grown free. Then the proud lover <br />Gave thanks to God and took her arm in his, <br />Fearless how now their love they should discover <br />To any anger of suspicious eyes, <br />And led her forth his bride before them all <br />With solemn music to the banquet--hall.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-xviii/
