Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper,
Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies,
Incense of dirges, prayers that are as holy myrrh
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a poem seeking a true treasure more precious than gold? ? ..........well written
Ah, goddess, on thy throne of tears and faint low sighs, Weary at last to theeward come the feet that err, And empty hearts grown tired of the world's vanities. Rupert Brooke's prayers and hymns makes a deep impact.