| Poems by Women |
"CHILD, CHILD"
Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a
man,
Never fear though it break your heart -
Out of the wound new joy will
start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well
Though love be heaven or love
be hell.
Child, child, love while you may,
For life is short as a happy
day;
Never fear the thing you feel -
Only by love is life made
real;
Love, for the deadly sins are seven,
Only through love will you
enter heaven.
Sara Teasdale [1884-1933]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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