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| Poems by Women |
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.
Sara Teasdale [1884-1933]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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[Author index]
This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
