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Gray Eyes

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

by Sara Teasdale
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