Zoenen, van verre en van heel nabij — bezongen door dichters

THE LOOK Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin nly lookd 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 (1884-1933) * * * * *