Only a Shrine, but Mine --

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Only a Shrine, but Mine --
I made the Taper shine --
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,
Regard a Nun --

Thou knowest every Woe --
Needless to tell thee -- so --
But can'st thou do
The Grace next to it -- heal?
That looks a harder skill to us --
Still -- just as easy, if it be thy Will
To thee -- Grant me --
Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?

© Emily Dickinson