Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

The Princess: A Medley: Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
"She must weep or she will die."
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Call'd 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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012


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