BLACK CAT POEMS
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Benjamin Peck Keith
Rain, rain, November rain,
When the day is dismal and bleak,
And you dash against my window pane,
What are the words you speak?
Sorrow and death, November rain,
Your voice seems to breathe in my ears,
And your patter is like a sad refrain,
As you blur the glass with your tears.
Rain, sad November rain,
You cause my heart to beat slow,
For I think of a love that could not remain,
And of joys that have left only woe.
poems by Benjamin Peck Keith