Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

The Prayer - Poem by 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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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