Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон)

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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 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.’ 

1. Maud II
2. The Miller’s Daughter
3. St. Agnes’ Eve
4. The Daisy, Written at Edinburgh
5. To the Queen (Revered, beloved — O you that hold)

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