Brave English language, you are strong as trees, <br />Yet intricate and stately. Thus one sees <br />Through branches clear-embroidered stars. You please <br />Our sense as damask roses on the breeze, <br />And barns that smell of hay, and bread-and-cheese. <br />Rustic yet Roman, yours are dignities <br />Sonorous as the seas sound. On my knees <br />I would give thanks for all your words. Yet these <br />Our legacy and our delight he'd squeeze <br />And nip and dock and drill, to write with ease <br />Kornershul memoz faw the Pawchoogeese.<br /><br />Frances Darwin Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhyme-for-a-phonetician/
