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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