Dear goddess of the shining shrine
Where all my votive tapers burn,
Where every gold-embroidered thought
And all my flowers of life are brought
-With many, alas! that are not mine-
What will you give me in return?
The bow in Bond Street-in the Park
The smile all worship on your lips,
The courteous word at dinner-dance-
But never a blush-a conscious glance;
At most, at Henley, in the dark,
Your fleet mistaken finger-tips?
Ah, just for once, once only, be
An altar-server-stoop and set me
Upon the altar richly wrought
Of your most secret flower-sweet thought:
One nightlight's flicker burn for me
Before you sleep and quite forget me.
The Least Possible
E. (edith) Nesbit
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