General William Booth enters into Heaven, and other poems/Caught in a Net

600017General William Booth enters into Heaven, and other poems — Caught in a Net1916Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

CAUGHT IN A NET

UPON her breast her hands and hair
    Were tangled all together.
The moon of June forbade me not—
    The golden night time weather
In balmy sighs commanded me
    To kiss them like a feather.

Her looming hair, her burning hands,
    Were tangled black and white.
My face I buried there. I pray—
    So far from her to-night—
For grace, to dream I kiss her soul
    Amid the black and white.