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.