Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

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Gustav Holst - Pop

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

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Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said 'She must weep or she must 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 stept 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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Writers
  • Gustav Holst
  • Alfred, Lord Tennyson