III
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.