What my lips have kissed, and where, and why I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; But rain is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply. And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. |
| What My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, and Why by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) |
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| Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before. I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. |
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| FAVOURITE LINKS: SHIRLEY'S WEB PAGES and Poetry by EDNA ST.VINCENT MILLAY |
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| Page designedby Ryette / 2002 Reviewed January 2004 |
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