Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904. | | | | V. Death and Bereavement | | “Home they brought her warrior dead” | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | From “The Princess”
HOME they brought her warrior dead: | |
| She nor swooned, nor uttered cry; | |
| All her maidens, watching, said, | |
| “She must weep or she will die.” | |
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| Then they praised him, soft and low, | 5 |
| Called him worthy to be loved, | |
| Truest friend and noblest foe; | |
| Yet she neither spoke nor moved. | |
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| Stole a maiden from her place, | |
| Lightly to the warrior stept, | 10 |
| Took the face-cloth from the face; | |
| Yet she neither moved nor wept. | |
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| Rose a nurse of ninety years, | |
| Set his child upon her knee,— | |
| Like summer tempest came her tears, | 15 |
| “Sweet my child, I live for thee.” | | | | |
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