Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephenโs kiss was lost in jest, Robinโs lost in play, But the kiss in Colinโs eyes Haunts me night and day.
Sara TeasdaleAs dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone.
Sara Teasdale