Here you will find the Poem At The Gill-Nets of poet Duncan Campbell Scott
Tug at the net, Haul at the net, Strip off the quivering fish; Hid in the mist The winds whist, Is like my heart's wish. What is your wish, Your heart's wish? Is it for home on the hills? Strip off the fish, The silver fish, Caught by their rosy gills. How can I know, I love you so, Each little thought I get Is held so, It dies you know, Caught in your heart's net. Tug at your net, Your heart's net, Strip off my silver fancies; Keep them in rhyme, For a dull time, Fragile as frost pansies.