To a Young Girl at a Window by Margaret Widdemer The Poor Old Soul plods down the street, Contented, and forgetting How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild And how her life is setting; And you lean out to watch her there, And pity, nor remember, That Youth is hard, and Life is hard, And quiet is December. Today's poem is in the public domain. |
About This Poem
Margaret Widdemer often wrote in traditional poetic forms, and many of her poems explore the social issues of the early twentieth century. She first received widespread attention with the publication of her poem "The Factories," which tackled the subject of child labor. |
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