WHAT are the unforgotten things, my heart? In what guise do they come, in what strange way Knock at the door, and enter in and stay, Of our small hour the near, the poignant part? -- A sound, an odor, trick of sun and air; Left from a song the little, sobbing note; The yellow of a flower quick at the throat -- Of all our years, of all our tears a share. No need for quest -- they are forever nigh; Out of the night, out of the noon they start; Their steps do follow, follow through the grass; Their hands touch ours, and eye looks into eye; Outlasting years and tears, my heart, my heart! -- Broken into dust their ancient lovers pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN |