The Look by Sara 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.




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[first read on the Academy of American Poets; available for free online]