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.

(C) Sara Teasdale
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Sara Teasdale

• What Do I Care?
• Water Lilies
• Vox Corporis
• A Cry
• The Wanderer
• The Sea Wind
• A Boy
• After Death
• I Am Not Yours
• The Ghost
• Fault
• Debt
• To One Away
• Two Minds
• The Wayfarer
• Two Songs For Solitude: The Crystal Gazer
• Rivers To The Sea
• The Wind
• Faces
• Buried Love
• Riches