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Robert Southey - The WidowRobert Southey - The Widow
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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.
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