Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

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.

1. Nahant
2. In a Cuban Garden
3. Morning Song
4. Gray Fog
5. Spring Torrents

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