The Look
by Sarah Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Lady In Blue
11 years ago
I like this very, very much.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem.. tis so pretty. I will be reading this one again.
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