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.’

– Alfred Lord Tennyson

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One thought on “Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

  1. Ketaki

    तुमच्यामुळे बऱ्याच दिवसांनी या कवितेची आठवण झाली…शाळेत कधीतरी सहावी-सातवीत इंग्लिशच्या पुस्तकात होती…

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