BLACK CAT POEMS
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
is what the sun feels for the earth
When harvests ripen into golden birth.
is the hot simoon whose burning breath
Sweeps o'er the fields with devastating
Passion is what
felt, the Holy One,
Who loved the world so, He begot his Son.
Lust is the impulse Satan peering in
To Eden had, when he taught Eve to
One sprang from light, and one from darkness grew!
How dim the vision that confounds the two!
poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox