My answered prayer came up to me, <br />And in the silence thus spake he: <br />"O you who prayed for me to come, <br />Your greeting is but cold and dumb." <br /> <br />My heart made answer: "You are fair, <br />But I have prayed too long to care. <br />Why came you not when all was new, <br />And I had died for joy of you."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prayer/
