BLACK CAT POEMS
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A poet lived in Galilee,
Whose mother dearly loved him--
And his beauty like a cooling tree
Drew many people to him.
He loved the speech of simple men
And little children's laughter,
He came--then always came again.
He went--they followed after.
He had sweet-hearted things to say,
And he was solemn only
When people were unkind ... that day
He'd stand there straight and lonely,
And tell them what they ought to do:
"Love other folk," he pleaded,
"As you love me and I love you!"
But almost no one heeded.
A poet died in Galilee,
They stared at him and slew him ...
What would they do to you and me
If we could say we knew him?
poems by Witter Bynner