<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Widow</h1><p class="byline"> MISS C. M. MITCHELL <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps"> In Punch</span><br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/>Reproduced by special permission of the Proprietors of "Punch"</p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">My heart is numb with sorrow;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The long days dawn and wane;</p><p class="line">To me no sweet tomorrow</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Will bring my man again.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Yet must my grief be hidden--</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Life makes insistent claim, </p><p class="line">And women, anguish-ridden,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Their rebel hearts must tame.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">For while, my vigil keeping, </p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">I face the eternal law, </p><p class="line">Here on my breast lies sleeping</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The son he never saw. </p></div></body></html> · Great War