The Prayer
Sara Teasdale
My answered prayer came up to me, And in the silence thus spake he: “O you who prayed for me to come, Your greeting is but cold and dumb.” My heart made answer: “You are fair, But I have prayed too long to care. Why came you not when all was new, And I had died for joy of you.”
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