Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Death and BereavementHome they brought her warrior dead
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)From “The Princess”
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She nor swooned, nor uttered cry;
All her maidens, watching, said,
“She must weep or she will die.”
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Set his child upon her knee,—
Like summer tempest came her tears,
“Sweet my child, I live for thee.”