There is so much that you can give to me-- <br />I cannot bring you anything at all, <br />Save worship and the little, tender words <br />My lips let fall. <br /> <br />But you--oh, you can feed my hungry heart, <br />And you can fill my chalice soul with wine, <br />Till I grow drunk with drinking, marvelling <br />At love like thine. <br /> <br />How selfishly I come to beg all this, <br />I who can give you nothing, dear, at all, <br />Save worship and the little, grateful words <br />My lips let fall.<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selfishness-11/
