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
I love this delightful poem Annika. It sings along and your last line is simply beautiful. Well done! Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and to the point.