I made you many and many a song, <br />Yet never one told all you are -- <br />It was as though a net of words <br />Were flung to catch a star; <br /> <br />It was as though I curved my hand <br />And dipped sea-water eagerly, <br />Only to find it lost the blue <br />Dark splendor of the sea.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-net/
