OUT of the noise of tired people working, <br />Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, <br />His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, <br />Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. <br />Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, <br />Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes— <br />Men die by millions now, because God blunders, <br />Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-10/
