Here you will find the Poem Caught in a Net of poet Vachel Lindsay
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.