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 TeasdaleWhen I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Sara TeasdaleI shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.
Sara Teasdale