Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xi

So in his agony at noon he came, On the third day, to where without the walls Stood San Lorenzo with its front of flame, Where mourners wait the accustomed funerals. Here to a cypress having tied his steed, He lighted down sore weary on the grass, Seeking such comfort for his body's need As rest could lend till the day's heat should pass And no man stopped him, either friend or foe Or knight or citizen or friar or priest; Nor sought he more companionship of woe Than the dumb presence of his jaded beast. There, hidden in the shade where he had crept, Adrian o'erspent with sorrow soundly slept.