For many thousand ages The steadfast stars above Have gazed upon each other With ever mournful love. They speak a certain language, So beautiful, so grand, Which none of the philologians Could ever understand. But I have learned it, learned it, For ever, by the grace Of studying one grammar, My heart's own darling's face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET REVOLUTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE RESIGNATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE JAY WALKER by BERTON BRALEY |