BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Birth of the Opal
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
And followed her low and high,
But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head,
She was so shy--so shy.
The Sunbeam wooed with
Ah, he was a lover bold!
And his heart was afire with mad
For the Moonbeam pale and cold.
She fled like a
Her hair was a shining sheen,
And oh, that
The space that lay between!
Just as the day lay panting
In the arms of twilight dim,
The Sunbeam caught the one he sought
And drew her close to him.
But out of his warm arms, startled
And stirred by Love's first shock,
She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
And hid in the niche of a rock.
And the Sunbeam followed and found her,
And led her to Love's own feast;
And they were wed on that rocky bed,
And the dying Day was their priest.
And lo! the beautiful Opal--
That rare and wondrous gem--
blend into one,
Is the child that was born to them.
poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox