There is so much that you can give to me–
I cannot bring you anything at all,
Save worship and the little, tender words
My lips let fall.
But you–oh, you can feed my hungry heart,
And you can fill my chalice soul with wine,
Till I grow drunk with drinking, marvelling
At love like thine.
How selfishly I come to beg all this,
I who can give you nothing, dear, at all,
Save worship and the little, grateful words
My lips let fall.
(Charles Hanson Towne)
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