Away! Away! Away with her, young lover, <br />Away with her in haste lest dawn should break; <br />If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover <br />Ill might it fare with thee for her love's sake. <br />Away with her to thine own palace walls, <br />Where thou shalt cherish her, and none may know. <br />Thy grief alone in those sad funerals <br />Was left behind and thou art quit of woe. <br />Oh, happy bridal! Now let songs be sung, <br />Lead forth the dances, let the minstrels play, <br />Bring her thou lovest thy own kith among, <br />A stranger bride, and who shall say thee nay? <br />Death's mighty river whoso hath passed through <br />Stands clear of blame, do fate what it may do.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-xxviii/
