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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SEASONABLE MORAL, by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS Poet's Biography First Line: The woman sang her ballad to the sky Last Line: The chance is such as you ought not to take. Alternate Author Name(s): Howells, W. D. Subject(s): Begging & Beggars; Gifts & Giving; Good Samaritan; Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | |||
The woman sang her ballad to the sky Of the keen Christmas night, flinging on high The notes that fluttered to my window-pane Like birds, and beat against the glass in vain Until I opened, and from out the gloom Let them flock into my snug, firelit room. There was no more of meaning in the words That came than in the jargoning of birds, But in the voice, and in the plaintive air There was an intimation of despair From killing sorrow, and the appealing cry Of sorest need, which no man might deny And cover from himself his own disgrace. So, thoughtfully, as one does in such a case, From among several coins in hand I chose That of the smallest worth, and wrapped it close In paper, so that it might not be lost, Striking the frozen ground below, and tossed My gift dwon from the window at the feet Of the poor singer in the wintry street. But she, as if she neither saw nor heard, Rapt in her song, sang on, and never stirred, While one, that opportunely strolled around The corner nearest her, both heard and saw, Stooped, and put out a predatory claw, And clutched the paper; felt and recognized The coin within (that somehow suddenly sized My own soul up to me, in an odd way), And then deliberately, but without stay For all my frantic shouts and signs, kept on To the next corner, turned it, and was gone. What should I do? Let the poor singer go Unhelped because of this misdeed? Not so! Such a conclusion even I could not brook, A coin of the same worth again I took, Wrapped it again in paper, and again Tossed it down to the singernot in vain, This time! She saw it coming through the air And heard it fall upon the ground, and there, While she still sang, curtseyed her thanks to me, Until I turned away and left her free. And I was well content, and glad at heart For having doubly done a noble part? I was not sure. Had it been heaven's intent That I should twice give the sum I had meant To give but once? Perchance, unknown to me Both women were in equal misery, Though not of equal merit. Then, had I won A twofold blessing by what I had done? These things are mysteries, but my story's moral Seems one with which no one can justly quarrel: If there is suffering that you would relieve, Give twice the sum at once you meant to give; And do not wait for wrong to come your way And force your unwilling hand, for though it may, Again, it may not, and, for your own sake, The chance is such as you ought not to take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS |
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