AWAKE, he loved their voices, And wove them into his rhyme; And the music of their laughter Was with him all the time. Though he knew the tongues of nations, And their meanings all were dear, The prattle and lisp of a little child Was the sweetest for him to hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DARDANELLES by THEODORE AUBANEL ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM WILD CHERRY TREE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPIGRAM: 27. TO ARATUS by CALLIMACHUS |