Emily Dickinson — Only a Shrine but Mine

918 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?