BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Flower of the Heart
OTHERS may roses sing,
The flower of the heart is distress.
is a dreary thing,
When she you
Love is dead. She'll tell you why,
Who is laughing in shamelessness.
Poor lover, go thy way, head high,
And never come back in a false dress.
There are other women, they swear,
There is other loveliness.
But this lover loved his fair.
And the flower of the heart is distress.
poems by Stuart Merrill