What my lips have kissed, and where, and why

What 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, late, I leave the lane And watch the clouds drift over the sky.

If I knew in my heart that love is a dream, And kissed at dawn the faces of a thousand Ties another night back together into the green.

Hushed the trick-leaf wind bears witness of Deepest life forgotten in nature, I am one Of those souls lost to this earth, this home.

By where the ghosts of flowers still bloom.

• Edna St Vincent Millay