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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.
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The feelings implied in that remind of those expressed in Leigh Hunts poem "Jenny Kiss'd Me" in as far as a kiss or lack of it is something they'll remember all their life.  .
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