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.




The Mystery



Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.

We have long been lovers,