Thursday, April 29, 2010

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead


    Home they brought her warrior dead:
    She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
    All her maidens, watching, said,
    'She must weep or she will die.'
    Then they praised him, soft and low,
    Called him worthy to be loved,
    Truest friend and noblest foe;
    Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

    Stole a maiden from her place,
    Lightly to the warrior stepped,
    Took the face-cloth from the face;
    Yet she neither moved nor wept.

    Rose a nurse of ninety years,
    Set his child upon her knee--
    Like summer tempest came her tears--
    'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'
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