BLACK CAT POEMS
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In a Cathedral City
These people have not heard your name;
No loungers in this placid place
Have helped to bruit your beauty's
The grey Cathedral, towards whose face
Bend eyes untold, has met not yours;
Your shade has never swept its base,
Your form has never darked its doors,
Nor have your faultless feet once thrown
A pensive pit-pat on its floors.
Along the streets to maids well known
Blithe lovers hum their tender airs,
But in your praise voice not a tone....
--Since nought bespeaks you here, or bears,
As I, your imprint through and through,
Here might I rest, till my
The spot's unconsciousness of you!
poems by Thomas Hardy