                                   THE LOOK
                               by Sara Teasdale


                       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.


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