BLACK CAT POEMS
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Take them, O
! and bear away
Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image, stamped upon this clay,
Doth give thee that, but that alone!
Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves,
As garments by the soul laid by,
And precious only to ourselves!
Take them, O great
Our little life is but a gust
That bends the branches of thy tree,
And trails its blossoms in the dust!
poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow