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The Net

Sara Teasdale

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.

Flame and Shadow


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