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...TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH RACHEL by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 1. HER CLOTHES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WINE OF CYPRUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CHERUBS; SUGGESTED BY AN APOLOGUE IN THE WORKS OF FRANKLIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |