Author Amy Levy 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. Tags change woman alone heart women Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments