Gray Eyes Poem by Sara Teasdale

Gray Eyes

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It was April when you came
The first time to me,
And my first look in your eyes
Was like my first look at the sea.

We have been together
Four Aprils now
Watching for the green
On the swaying willow bough;

Yet whenever I turn
To your gray eyes over me,
It is as though I looked
For the first time at the sea.


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Sara Teasdale

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Missouri / United States
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