(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting)

The other maidens raised their eyes to him
Who stumbled in before them when the fight
Had left him victor, with a victor's right. 
I think his eyes with quick hot tears grew dim; 
He scarcely saw her swaying white and slim, 
And trembling slightly, dreaming of his might, 
Nor knew he touched her hand, as cool and light
As a wan wraith's beside a river's rim. 
The other maidens raised their eyes to see
And only she has hid her face away, 
And yet I think she loved him more than they, 
And very fairly fashioned was her face. 
Yet for Love's shame and sweet humility, 
She could not meet him with their queenlike grace.