BLACK CAT POEMS
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William B. Tappan
The ocean frowned darkly, the tempest blew,
And the thunders heavily rolled;
The billow, late trembling with cerulean hue,
Now blackening in anger was scrolled.
'Twas sad, for borne on the echo of night,
Came the voice of the furious blast;
'Twas drear, for no ray lent its beacon light,
Save the lightning that fearfully passed.
'Twas lonely, for nought could the wind-god descry,
Save the barque that breasted the foam;
In the moanings of midnight, the mariner's cry
Was heard, bewailing his home.
The fires of home burn bright, but ne'er
Shall they shine on the mariner's grave;
The smiles of affection, the prattlers are there,
But the father lies cold in the wave.
poems by William B. Tappan