Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff The NetI 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. Sara Teasdale: Gray Eyes Sara Teasdale: Flame and Shadow, Part III Sara Teasdale: The Mystery .com/t/poetry/flame-shadow/the-net.html Sources Our Common Sources
