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.
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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....
What a terrible thing drinking gal after honey.Thank you Robert Southey
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.
this has released a surge of emotions within me. a sympathetic narrative. niče poem
A heart-rending tale of melancholy... of sadness of of the travails of life!