The Net

by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

I MADE you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are-
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;
It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark splendor of the sea.

Last updated January 14, 2019