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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
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Read poems about / on: kiss, lost, spring, night
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Comments about this poem (The Look
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Sara Teasdale
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Assorted Thoughts (12/26/2009 6:25:00 PM)
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Be it on the giving or, the receiving end of this.
This is truly a timeless, relatable poem that anyone can appreciate.
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