Analysis of Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

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.’