BLACK CAT POEMS
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I Cannot Tell, Not I, Why She
Walter Savage Landor
I cannot tell, not I, why she
Awhile so gracious, now should be
So grave: I cannot tell you why
The violet hangs its head awry.
It shall be cull'd, it shall be worn,
In spite of every sign of scorn,
Dark look, and overhanging thorn.
poems by Walter Savage Landor