What lips my lips have kissed
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Under my head till morning; but the rain
A little while, that in me sings no more.
For unremembered lads that not again
I only know that summer sang in me
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain