Why

By Bliss Carman

Born 1861

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.

DayPoems Poem No. 805
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