English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 628. Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead |
| | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
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| 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 stepped, | 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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