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 POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER EXOTIC PERFUME by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE MAID'S TRAGEDY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE CONTRAST; THE STORMY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP |