You found my life, a poor lame bird <br />That had no heart to sing, <br />You would not speak the magic word <br />To give it voice and wing. <br /> <br />Yet sometimes, dreaming of that hour, <br />I think, if you had known <br />How much my life was in your power, <br />It might have sung and flown.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-afterthought/
