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(1850. Proem of CANTO SIXTH) 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 stept,
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."

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(1850. Proem of CANTO SEVENTH)

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Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.

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