THE stars in yonder heavens Immovably have stood For thousands of years, regarding Each other in sad loving mood. They speak a mysterious language That's rich and sweet to the ear; Yet no philologist living Can make its meaning clear. But I've learnt it, and ne'er will forget it, Whatever the time and place; As my grammar I used for the purpose My own dear mistress's face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE TWO TREES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD |