The hills remember my songs And sing them to each other. I know, for I have heard the wind Whistling the tunes As he came striding down across the plain. The hills remember my songs But they do not remember me. The stars know my songs. I have heard them singing Far into the summer's night, The hills, the winds And the outermost starlet All know the songs I sang But they do not remember me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE BERG (A DREAM) by HERMAN MELVILLE ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE INVITATION by JAMES BARCLAY |