Explore "The Poet to His Love" by Edith Nesbit on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
ALL the flight of thoughts here, shy, bold, scared, intrusive, / Fluttering in the sun, between the green and blue, / Wheeling, whirling, poising, lovely and elusive, / How to cage the flying thoughts, my winged delight, for you?
Set a springe of rhyme, and hope to catch them in it? / Strew my love as grain to lure them to the snare? / Watch the hours built up, slow minute piled on minute? / Still the wide sky guards their flight, and still the cage is bare.
Gleam of hovering feathers, brushing me to flout me! / Wings, be weary! Rest! Who loves you more than I? / Caught? Oh fluttering pinions whitening air about me! / Rustling wings, and distant flight, and empty cage and sky!