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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.