Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Only A Shrine, But Mine - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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