BLACK CAT POEMS
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Praise God, who wrought for you and me
Your subtle body made for
God, who from all eternity
Willed our divided ways should move
Together, and our love should be.
I wandered all these years among
A world of
, seeking you.
Ah, when our fingers met and clung,
The pulses of our bodies knew
Each other: our hearts leapt and sung.
It was not any word of mine,
It was not any look of yours;
Only we knew, and knew for sign
Of Love that comes, Love that endures,
Our veins the chalice of his wine.
willed for us and planned
One perfect love, excelling speech
To tell, or thought to understand,
He made our bodies each for each,
Then put your hand into my hand.
poems by Arthur Symons