I looked a poem in the eye

I looked a poem in the eye
It looked upon me too
But though I looked and looked and looked
I saw in it no beauty true
The poem looked at me and smiled
It looked and looked some more
But all it did was lost on me
I felt no essence pure
The poem looked into me then
I looked into it too
And felt a stirring in my blood
That had no kin nor crew
And that is when I knew that I
Could read poetic truth
For I had looked and looked
Until I saw
At once the forest, tree and wood.