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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