A Song

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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?_

© Ernest Christopher Dowson