FOR a name unknown, <br />Whose fame unblown <br />Sleeps in the hills <br /> For ever and aye; <br /> <br />For her who hears <br />The stir of the years <br />Go by on the wind <br /> By night and day; <br /> <br />And heeds no thing <br />Of the needs of spring, <br />Of autumn's wonder <br /> Or winter's chill; <br /> <br />For one who sees <br />The great sun freeze, <br />As he wanders a-cold <br /> From hill to hill; <br /> <br />And all her heart <br />Is a woven part <br />Of the flurry and drift <br /> Of whirling snow; <br /> <br />For the sake of two <br />Sad eyes and true, <br />And the old, old love <br /> So long ago.<br /><br />Bliss Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-22/
