LETTERS I cannot read, I have no skill; But I will tell their shapes and give clear signs. A circle measured with the compasses -- And in the middle is a clear device. The second sign is fashioned of two lines, And these are parted by a third between. The third is like a twisted lock of hair, While in the fourth one line stands up erect, And on it are three others propped askew. The fifth is not so easy to describe: Two lines there are that straddle off apart, But run together to a single foot: The last remaining one is like the third. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON GWIN, KING OF NORWAY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HEART-CRY by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE LIFE THAT IS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |