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 Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related TwohundredthirtyoneTwohundredthirtythree