If I were a woman of old,
What prayers I would pray for you, dear;
My pitiful tribute behold--
Not a prayer, but a tear.
The pitiless order of things,
Whose laws we may change not nor break,
Alone I could face it--it wrings
My heart for your sake.
Impotens
Amy Levy
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Poem topics: alone, change, heart, woman, dear, pray, face, tear, sake, order, prayer, break, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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