Edna Saint Vincent Millay - Sonnet 43 (What Lips My Lips Have Kissed)

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Sonnet 43 (What Lips My Lips Have Kissed)

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.
 
(1923)
 
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