BLACK CAT POEMS
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Have You Got a Brook in Your Little Heart
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
poems by Emily Dickinson