| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Warrior to His Dead Bride | | By Adelaide Anne Procter (1825–1864) |
| | | IF in the fight my arm was strong | |
| And forced my foes to yield, | |
| If conquering and unhurt I come | |
| Back from the battle-field— | |
| It is because thy prayers have been | 5 |
| My safeguard and my shield. | |
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| Thy heart, my love, still beats in Heaven | |
| With the same love divine | |
| That made thee stoop to such a soul, | |
| So hard, so stern, as mine— | 10 |
| My eyes have learnt to weep, Beloved, | |
| Since last they look’d on thine. | |
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| I hear thee murmur words of peace, | |
| Thro’ the dim midnight air; | |
| And a calm falls from the angel stars | 15 |
| And soothes my great despair— | |
| The heavens themselves look brighter, Love, | |
| Since thy sweet soul is there. | | | | |
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