The Widow
A. Mary F. Robinson
1857 to 1944
How to Play Cloze Games
A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
- Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
- Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
- Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
- Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
- Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
- Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
- Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
- Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
- Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
- Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
- Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play
- Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
- Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
- New Game: Get a different random poem
- Print Poem: Print the poem with blanks for offline practice
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly, you'll see a congratulations message and confetti animation! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
- Read the entire poem first to understand the context
- Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
- Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow
- Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
- Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
- Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
She hath no children, and no heart
In all hurrying anxious life;
She sits beyond our ken apart,
Unmoved, unconscious of our strife;
Shipwrecked beyond these coasts of ours,
On some sad island full of flowers
Where nothing but memory;
Where no one lives but only he;
all we others barely seem
The phantom figures of dream
One dreams and says, "It cannot be!"
sometimes when we talk with her
Those absent eyes up awhile
And her set lips consent to stir
the beginning of a smile,
It is not of world nor us
But some remembrance tremulous,
Some sweet "Ten years ago to-day!"
Or haply, if a sudden
Set all her window in a glow,
She thinks: "'Twill make the roses blow
I planted at his feet to-day."
His tomb is all her garden-plot,
And rain sunshine find her there.
She plants her blue forget-me-not
hands but half unclasped from prayer;
Her loving mercies
O'er all the tombs that neighbour him;
On each sets a dewy-pearled
Sweet pink or fernlet fresh-uncurled;
She the withering violets;
And here if anywhere forgets
The of all the world.
Here, where she used to for hours,
Her deep fidelity unchanged
Hath found a that is not ours,
A peace exalted and estranged.
in the long light summer weather
She brings the they chose together
And reads the verse he liked most;
And here, as softly as a ghost,
Comes through the winter gloom
To say her prayer beside tomb
Of him she loves and never lost.
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