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.
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Poem Info
Poet:Sara Teasdale Poem: A Cry
Last read: 2013-05-21 11:14:25
Poem of the Day:Sep 20 2006
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Added Feb 20 2003.
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