Sara Teasdale — Jewels

If I should see your eyes again,   I know how far their look would go— Back to a morning in the park   With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring   When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees   In the leaf shadow's amethyst. And still another shining place   We would remember—how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest   One diamond morning white with sun. But I will turn my eyes from you   As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night   And cannot wear in sober day.