The Widow Poem by Robert Southey

The Widow

Rating: 2.9

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 reflexions;
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 once--I had once a husband--
"Pity me Strangers!

"I had a home once--I 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 groan'd 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 seiz'd her senses;
There, did the Traveller find her in the morning,
GOD had releast her.

Akachukwu Lekwauwa 12 August 2016

this has released a surge of emotions within me. a sympathetic narrative. niče poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 August 2016

The night wind! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Amar Agarwala 12 August 2016

A heart-rending tale of melancholy... of sadness of of the travails of life!

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Susan Williams 12 August 2016

There obviously had been no Good Samaritan on this path.... which reminds me, in the Bible God says He will forgive many a sin to the one who takes care of orphans and widows....

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M Asim Nehal 12 August 2016

Melancholy A brilliant write.10 Thanks for sharing.

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Alem Hailu G/kristos 12 August 2016

What a terrible thing drinking gal after honey.Thank you Robert Southey

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Rajnish Manga 12 August 2016

Extremely sad. The poem brings to fore the wretched condition of a hapless widow who was once a part of a happy family, now reduced to be a beggar on the street. Hats off to the poet for this emotional master-piece. Thanks.

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Robert Southey

Robert Southey

Bristol / England
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