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