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.
---Sara Teasdale
1884-1933
Poet from St. Louis, MO
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I tried to post to this when it first posted and could not, but I love this!!!!
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