Robert Southey

Here you will find the Poem Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet IV of poet Robert Southey

Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet IV

'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep
 As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more
 The wretched Slave, as on his native shore,
Rests on his reedy couch: he wakes to weep!
Tho' thro' the toil and anguish of the day
 No tear escap'd him, not one suffering groan
 Beneath the twisted thong, he weeps alone
In bitterness; thinking that far away
Tho' the gay negroes join the midnight song,
 Tho' merriment resounds on Niger's shore,
She whom he loves far from the chearful throng
 Stands sad, and gazes from her lowly door
With dim grown eye, silent and woe-begone,
 And weeps for him who will return no more.