Child, Child

By Sara Teasdale

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.