Poem by Sara Teasdale

A Cry

  Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
   And hands to make his hands rejoice,
  But to my lover I must be
   Only a voice.

  Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
   And lips whereon his lips can lie,
  But I must be till I am dead
   Only a cry.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. The Song for Colin

Louise Moulton A Cry ("O wanderer in unknown lands, what cheer?")

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