The painter searching with his eyes,
Finds fickle beauty to espy;
The poet weaving metaphors,
Turns upon an obscure clause;
The falconer with hungry hawk
Between the shadows lightly stalks;
Uncertain what will there appear
Born upon a smile or tear;
As lovers wend beneath the stars
Each must fasten on their prey,
Or else let spritely spirits pass
If all should shyly melt away.
Colin Breck Boardman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-painter-searching-with-his-eyes/
