BLACK CAT POEMS
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The long September evening dies
In mist along the fields and lanes;
Only a few faint
The lingering twilight as it wanes.
creeps across the darkening vale;
On the horizon tree by tree
Fades into shadowy skies as pale
As moonlight on a shadowy sea.
And, down the mist-enfolded lanes,
Grown pensive now with evening,
See, lingering as the twilight wanes,
Lover with lover wandering.
poems by Arthur Symons