Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/A Cry

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For other versions of this work, see A Cry (Teasdale).

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.