Poem by Bliss Carman

Why

FOR a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;

For her who hears
The stir of the years
Go by on the wind
By night and day;

And heeds no thing
Of the needs of spring,
Of autumn’s wonder
Or winter’s chill;

For one who sees
The great sun freeze,
As he wanders a-cold
From hill to hill;

And all her heart
Is a woven part
Of the flurry and drift
Of whirling snow;

For the sake of two
Sad eyes and true,
And the old, old love
So long ago.

1. The Old Gray Wall
2. Now Is the Time of Year
3. The Redwing
4. Vestigia
5. Bloodroot

Ella Wilcox Why ("Why do eyes that were tender")

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