TO A DEAD POET, by RUTH SHEPARD PHELPSPoet's Biography
First Line: What is the language of that sundered sphere Last Line: When I call after you with bits of song! Subject(s): Poetry & Poets
What is the language of that sundered sphere Where you have dwelt apart from me so long? Are numbers their high idiom? Practiced here, You will be fluent in the heavenly tongue. I strive to speak that speech -- oh, strive to hear, When I call after you with bits of song!
