Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff A CryOh, 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 Teasedale: Over the Roofs American Indian Heritage Month Brewer's: Chance .com/t/poetry/rivers-to-the-sea/a-cry.html Sources Our Common Sources
