Gray Eyes

by Sara Teasdale
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.