Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/Only a shrine

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ONLY a shrineBut mine;I made the taper shine.Madonna dim, to whomAll feet may come,Regard a nun.Thou knowest every woe,Needless to tell Thee so,But canst Thou doThe grace next to it—Heal?That looks a harder skill,Still—just as easy, if it beThy will.Grant me—Thou knowest though,So why tell Thee?
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