HOME they brought him slain with spears.
    They brought him home at even-fall:
All alone she sits and hears
    Echoes in his empty hall,
        Sounding on the morrow.

The Sun peeped in from open field,
    The boy began to leap and prance,
    Rode upon his father’s lance,
Beat upon his father’s shield—
        ‘Oh hush, my joy, my sorrow.’