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