918 <br /> <br />Only a Shrine, but Mine— <br />I made the Taper shine— <br />Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come, <br />Regard a Nun— <br /> <br />Thou knowest every Woe— <br />Needless to tell thee—so— <br />But can'st thou do <br />The Grace next to it—heal? <br />That looks a harder skill to us— <br />Still—just as easy, if it be thy Will <br />To thee—Grant me— <br />Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-a-shrine-but-mine/
