A Boy

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Title:     A Boy
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Out of the noise of tired people working,
Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,
His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,
Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.

Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them,
Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes--
Men die by millions now, because God blunders,
Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Boy

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