Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Look

  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.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. The Song for Colin

Elizabeth Barrett-Browning The Look ("The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word")

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