But there’s more in late repentant love
Than steel may keep suppress’d!
And his tears brake forth, at last, like rain,—
Men held their breath in awe;
For his face was seen by his warrior train,
And he reck’d not that they saw.
He look’d upon the dead—
And sorrow seem’d to lie,
A weight of sorrow, even like lead,
Pale on the fast-shut eye.