Too Far

There are those poems repeal themselves When muses from afar Sudden step from darkened wells Or shimmer from a star Their silent voice is captured By fancy’s willing ear Unto their thought enraptured The poet subtly steers The pen is poised for action Prepared to ledger down The essence of the fashion – Waiting to astound! And then a sudden blank, it seems Falls soft before our eyes A curtain falls before the gleam We gaze on empty skies – Thus – to prove us quite mistaken The bashful thing retires As if it – too – with us was taken Too far for its desires