 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
LOOK YOU, I'LL GO PRAY
Look you, I'll go prayMy 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.”
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |