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All That A Man May Pray (a Song) Post by :Scott_Shields Category :Poems Author :Ernest Dowson Date :October 2011 Read :3162

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All That A Man May Pray (a Song)

All that a man may pray,
Have I not prayed to thee?
What were praise left to say,
Has not been said by me
O, ma mie?

Yet thine eyes and thine heart,
Always were dumb to me:
Only to be my part,
Sorrow has come from thee,
O, ma mie?

Where shall I seek and hide
My grief away with me?
Lest my bitter tears should chide,
Bring brief dismay to thee,
O, ma mie?

More than a man may pray,
Have I not prayed to thee?
What were praise left to say,
Has not been said by me,
O, ma mie?


(The end)
Ernest Dowson's poem: All That A Man May Pray (a Song)

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