The Helpless
Those poor, heartbroken wretches, doomed To hear at night the clocks' hard tones; They have no beds to warm their limbs, But with those limbs must warm cold stones; Those poor weak men, whose coughs and ailings Force them to tear at iron railings. Those helpless men that starve, my pity; Whose waking day is never done; Who, save for their own shadows, are Doomed night and day to walk alone: They know no bright face but the sun's, So cold and dark are human ones.
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"Those poor, heartbroken wretches, doomed..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Henry Davies delivers a powerful performance in "The Helpless"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...