The Look by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

The Look by Sara Teasdale

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Another day, thinking of kisses.

The Look

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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