Singular a Widow

At first light I set out to further my wanderings Tripping the grassy ride along To catch a boat sailing to other province Along the path, a sweet sepulchral voice Arrest my sympathy breast Entranced by the sweetness of the voice I seek it to find, thus, I became unquiet I drew nigh, the verdant field rings Of sweet lay,resonance with elegiac tune I espied, behold 'tis the widow that sings Her visage writ large in gloom The tidings of this widow Had once danced pass my ear Alas! A pitiful lonely soul She bore no heir Sited neath a bower,in wonderment I stare She had worked mightily on the farmland Heaps arrayed on the earth bed All she'd sown flowers on her fertile land She sow and sings by herself Pearls of perspiration watering the heaps A solitary sower, with no hand to help Anon, her eyes rimmed with fatigue She cast her eyes heavenward Storm clouds were gathering She hurried, in fleet of foot homeward Thence I further away in my wanderings