Sara Teasdale — Gray Eyes

It was April when you came        &nbsp The first time to me, And my first look in your eyes        &nbsp Was like my first look at the sea. We have been together        &nbsp Four Aprils now Watching for the green        &nbsp On the swaying willow bough; Yet whenever I turn        &nbsp To your gray eyes over me, It is as though I looked        &nbsp For the first time at the sea.