Yet so it was. Adrian had hardly set <br />His lips to those cold lips where death had been, <br />His eyes those clammy eyelids scarce had wet <br />With his warm tears and poured his soul between, <br />Nor yet with eager hands had he undone <br />That bosom's fastness of its snowy fold, <br />Ere, lo, on his rapt ear there fell a moan <br />As of one waking in the night grown cold. <br />And, even as he held her in his arms, <br />And gazed into her face by the dim light, <br />He saw her blue eyes open in alarms, <br />As wondering who was with her in the night, <br />And a long shudder pass through all her frame, <br />And her lips move as half she breathed his name.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natalia-s-resurrection-sonnet-xxvi/
