I MISSED the uses of my mother tongue; Afire with Beauty, yet I scarce could speak A few, poor stammering words, hard-wrung From lips inapt. So, through a silent week Of dreamful isolation wandered I, The dumbest thing between the sod and sky. But heaven sent me token, after while: A wee bambino waved a chubby hand At me, the stranger, in the open street; Smiling, it waved; I found it very sweet, This wordless converse; both could understand The universal language of a smile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 37. LOVE'S MY POLE-STAR by PHILIP AYRES STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MY NEW CLAM by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI |