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Poems - Michael Goodnight - Editor

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And saw their sleeping childAmong tigers wild.To this day they dwellIn a lonely dell,Nor fear the wolvish howlNor the lion's growl.THE CHIMNEY SWEEPERA little black thing in the snow,Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"--"They are both gone up to the church to pray."Because I was happy upon the heath,And smiled among the winter's snow,They clothed me in the clothes of death,And taught me to sing the notes of woe."And because I am happy and dance and sing,

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