Is that star dumb, or am I deaf? Hour after hour I listen here To catch the lovely music played By Venus down the evening air. Before the other stars come out, Before the Moon is in her place -- I sit and watch those fingers move, And mark the twitching of her face. Hour after hour I strain my ears For lovely notes that will not come: Is it my mortal flesh that's deaf, Or that long-fingered star that's dumb? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD by WALT WHITMAN |