ok...I read this poem when I was in my school days! I cried like anything then and still do sometimes! Home they brought her warrior dead by Alfred Lord Tennison 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."
thanks for sharing it made me remember my school days my awesome english teacher my love for Shakespeare stories grew only because of her