But when they had gone past him every one, <br />With new resolve begotten of his dream, <br />Adrian arose and followed where the stone <br />Yawned for his love, and there unseen by them <br />In the dark chauntry he beheld them lay <br />Her body in the grave with his own heart. <br />A bitter jest it seemed to him that they <br />Should all stand near and only he apart, <br />And through his soul a wind of anger swept <br />When any in the sad crowd chanced to be <br />Betwixt him and the woman he so wept, <br />And oftentimes he cursed them bitterly <br />That hands not his should touch her in the tomb, <br />Waiting till night and his revenge should come.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-xxi/
