What my lips have kissed and why by Edna st Vincent Millay
- •What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
- •I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning;
- •but the 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.
- •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.