The Shrine (1918)

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Within my heart I build a shrine
All pure and white as soul of thee;
I kneel and wait from out the dark, some sign,
Thy devotee.

Not there I lay love’s burning rose,
I bring thee lilies white with calm.
Nor pain, no passion that deep stillness knows,
But only balm, only balm.

O tender saint! my loneliness,
My longing dost thy pulses stir;
Thou bendest down from Paradise to bless
Thy worshiper.