Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Child, Child - Poem by Sara Teasdale

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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