The Mad Wanderer,Born in 1769 in Norwich, writer Ameila Opie was perhaps best known for her prose work but also published a number of individual poems and collections during her lifetime. She was brought up in a reasonably affluent family, her father was a physician and her cousin a prominent judge in the region. She was a fervently political individual at a time when this was not fashionable and inherited her radical views from her father.
The Mad Wanderer by Amelia Opie
The Mad Wanderer by Amelia Opie
A stranger maid in tatters clad,
Whose eyes were wild, whose cheek was pale,
While oft she cried, “Poor Kate is mad!”Four words were all she’d ever say,
Nor would she shelter in a cot;
She still would cry, “My brain is hot.”A look she had of better days;
And once, while o’er the hills she ranged,
We saw her on her tatters gaze,
And heard her say, “How Kate is changed!”
Whene’er she heard the death-bell sound,
Her face grew dreadful to behold;
She started, trembled, beat the ground,
And shuddering cried, “Poor Kate is cold!”
And when to church we brought the dead,
She came in ragged mourning drest;
The coffin-plate she trembling read,
Then laughing cried, “Poor Kate is blest!”
But when a wedding peal was rung,
With dark revengeful leer she smiled,
And, curses muttering on her tongue,
She loudly screamed, “Poor Kate is wild!”
To be in Grasmere church interred,
A corpse one day from far was brought;
Poor Kate the death-bell sounding heard,
And reached the aisle as quick as thought:
When on the coffin looking down,
She started, screamed, and back retired,
Then clasped it….breathing such a groan!
And with that dreadful groan expired.
