She wakes, she breathes, she rises from her bed, That bed of death where she has lain so long; The flowers they set there fall from her fair head Withered, while she, sweet soul, has known no wrong. Forth from her grave miraculously white, And all unstained by the dull earth's decay, Natalia rises, a last star of night, Just as the dawn is breaking into day. Upon the stones they kneeled them down and prayed, For hearts grow soft with a long danger past, And both were young and for a while dismayed At their great joy nor deemed they held it fast; Then, having kissed and wept, they turned to go Through the dark church with faltering steps and slow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN THE ORGANIST by KATHARINE LEE BATES ON THE TRAIN by RUTH NOEL BENNETT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 38. TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |