Spare us the hint of slightest desecration, <br />Spotless preserve us an untainted shrine; <br />Not for thy sake, oh goddess of creation, <br />Not for thy sake, oh woman, but for mine.<br /><br />James Kenneth Stephen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-f-w-h-m-to-one-that-smokes/
