Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Love's Humility

 My worthiness is all my doubt,   His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities   Do lowlier appear; 
 Lest I should insufficient prove   For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension   Within my loving creed. 
 So I, the undivine abode   Of his elect content, Conform my soul as 't were a church   Unto her sacrament.