BLACK CAT POEMS
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Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
I cast a leaf on the flowing tide,
Writing it first upon either side,
With lines that compassed a world for me,
Which way soever ran
"Go forth," I murmured, "to meet thy
Or yon or hither, or soon or late."
Widely it drifted away, away,
Through many and many an after day.
The tide aye flowing, my leaflet fled;
I dumbly mourned as we mourn the dead,
A little moment and then forgot,
In what I had, what I had not;
Till over the waters a stranger came
Bringing me guerdon too sweet to name.
"The drift of the tide brought me thy leaf,
Thy lines of sorrow have touched my grief
"With healing--pressed in a sacred place
It is mine and thine by love's good grace."
Then he opened the book of his heart to me,
"Behold," he whispered, "'twas Destiny!"
poems by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene