A Cry
Read 'A Cry' by 'Sara Teasdale' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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