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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LOOSED DRYAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WINTER IN IRELAND by CHARLES BEWLEY A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 11 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TRANSFORMATION by BEATRICE JEAN K. BOROFF ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE RETURN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |