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.
The Widow
Robert Southey
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