Anon, ere yet his pleasure was aware <br />Of other presence with him in that place, <br />A growing murmur in the jubilant air, <br />With hum of voices gathering apace, <br />And laughter interchanged, and tones well known, <br />And steps approaching him familiar--wise, <br />And names that seemed an echo of his own, <br />Broke on his musing. Turning in surprise <br />He saw around him a gay company, <br />Faces of kinsmen or of friends as near, <br />But dead or changed or wed: all now in joy, <br />Such as they showed him once in days more dear <br />Ere yet his manhood had been touched with pain, <br />Stood forth to greet him to their hearts again.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-xv/
