BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Chimney Sweeper
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
A little black thing in the snow,
Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"--
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
"Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
"And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise
and his priest and king,
Who make up a heaven of our
poems by William Blake