The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead

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.