Tug at the net, <br />Haul at the net, <br />Strip off the quivering fish; <br />Hid in the mist <br />The winds whist, <br />Is like my heart's wish. <br /> <br />What is your wish, <br />Your heart's wish? <br />Is it for home on the hills? <br />Strip off the fish, <br />The silver fish, <br />Caught by their rosy gills. <br /> <br />How can I know, <br />I love you so, <br />Each little thought I get <br />Is held so, <br />It dies you know, <br />Caught in your heart's net. <br /> <br />Tug at your net, <br />Your heart's net, <br />Strip off my silver fancies; <br />Keep them in rhyme, <br />For a dull time, <br />Fragile as frost pansies.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-gill-nets/
