Posted on September 23, 2007 - by rdilipk1

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

On wars and battles, my favorite poem is “Home they brought her warrior dead” written by Lord Alfred Tennyson. The emotions depicted in the poem is simply amazing.’, ‘

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.