"The Heart is Loss, Said Age"
What lips 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 my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For unremembered lads that no again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Eight Sonnets: V (1922)
TITLE - "The Heart Is Loss, Said Age"
WHERE - Port Moody, B.C. (2015)