The Net Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Net

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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.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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