Love
A Cry
From Rivers to the Sea
Love
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Teasdale, Sara. “A Cry.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/82/.
Chicago
Teasdale, Sara. “A Cry.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/82/.
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