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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snow fell Last Line: God had released her. Subject(s): Begging & Beggars; Cold; Death; God; Salvation; Widows & Widowers; Dead, The | |||
COLD was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell, Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked, When a poor wanderer struggled on her journey Weary and way-sore. Drear were the downs, more dreary her reflections; Cold was the night wind, colder was her bosom! She had no home, the world was all before her, She had no shelter. Fast o'er the bleak heath rattling drove a chariot, 'Pity me!' feebly cried the poor night-wanderer. 'Pity me, strangers! lest with cold and hunger Here I should perish. 'Once I had friends,but they have all forsook me! Once I had parents,they are now in heaven! I had a home onceI had once a husband Pity me, strangers! 'I had a home onceI had once a husband I am a widow poor and broken-hearted!' Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining, On drove the chariot. On the cold snows she laid her down to rest her; She heard a horseman, 'pity me!' she groaned out; Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining, On went the horseman. Worn out with anguish, toil and cold and hunger, Down sunk the wanderer, sleep had seized her senses; There did the traveller find her in the morning, God had released her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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