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1884–1933

Child, Child

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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