Look you, I'll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
Look you, I'll go pray —
"Sweet Mary, make me clean,
Thou rainstorm of the soul,
Thou wine from worlds unseen."
More verses by Vachel Lindsay
- Eden In Winter
- King Solomon And The Queen Of Sheba
- My Lady Is Compared To A Young Tree
- The Tale Of The Tiger-Tree
- Niagara