Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet Xxvi

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