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.
Sara Teasdale note” I use 2 phrases: “only a voice” & “only
a cry”