Dip your hands in the mountain water To grasp a star -- and what do you hold? Fill your arms with bloom in upland pastures, And still the hillside is blue and gold. Cup your hand for the pool's deep blueness -- A cool touch answers, the blue eludes The eager grasp of the clumsy fingers, Each one grotesque where it intrudes. So why should words reach down and capture Within my heart the love that is there Like the star in the brook, like bloom on the hillside, Like blue in the pool that makes it fair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by BERNARD BARTON |