The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition

The Widow

My heart is numb with sorrow;

The long days dawn and wane;

To me no sweet tomorrow

Will bring my man again.

Yet must my grief be hidden--

Life makes insistent claim,

And women, anguish-ridden,

Their rebel hearts must tame.

For while, my vigil keeping,

I face the eternal law,

Here on my breast lies sleeping

The son he never saw.