BLACK CAT POEMS
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When the Eye of Day Is Shut
A. E. Housman
When the eye of day is shut,
And the stars deny their beams,
And about the forest hut
Blows the roaring wood of
From deep clay, from
From the sunk sands of the main,
Come not at my door to knock,
Hearts that loved me not again.
, be still, turn to your rest
In the lands where you are laid;
In far lodgings east and west
Lie down on the beds you made.
In gross marl, in blowing dust,
In the drowned ooze of the sea,
Where you would not, lie you must,
Lie you must, and not with me.
poems by A. E. Housman