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Sara Teasdale: The Net

The Net

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.
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