<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Language</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, what have you done to make the speech<br>My fathers used a stranger to my lips,<br>An offence to the ear, a shackle on the tongue<br>That would fit new thoughts to an abiding tune?<br>Answer me now. The workshop where they wrought<br>Stands idle, and thick dust covers their tools.<br>The blue metal of streams, the copper and gold<br>Seams in the wood are all unquarried; the leaves'<br>Intricate filigree falls, and who shall renew<br>Its brisk pattern? When spring wakens the hearts<br>Of the young children to sing, what song shall be theirs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ronald+Stuart+Thomas">Ronald Stuart Thomas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509913" data-title="The Old Language de Ronald Stuart Thomas" data-description="England, what have you done to make the speech My fathers used a stranger to my lips, An offence to the ear, a shackle on the tongue That would fit new thoughts to an abiding tune? Answer me now. The workshop where they wrought Stands idle, and th..."></div> </div> </div>

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