The Slave Woman

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Title:     The Slave Woman
Author: Charles G. D. Roberts [More Titles by Roberts]

Shedding cool drops upon the sun-baked clay,
The dripping jar, brimful, she rests a space
On the well's dry white brink, and leans her face,
Heavy with tears and many a heartsick day,
Down to the water's lip, whence slips away
A rivulet thro' the hot, bright square apace,
And lo! her brow casts off each servile trace--
The wave's cool breath hath won her thoughts astray.

Ah desolate heart! Thy fate thou hast forgot
One moment; the dull pain hath left those eyes
Whose yearning pierces time, and space, and tears.
Thou seest what was once, but now is not,--
By Niger thy bright home, thy Paradise,
Unscathed of flame, and foe, and hostile spears.

[The end]
Charles G. D. Roberts's poem: Slave Woman

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