. . A poem a day
                                    8 August 1999

Happy birthday Sara (August 8, 1884)
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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.

- Sara Teasdale
 

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