"Renouncement" by Alice MeynellI MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the thought that lurks in all delight
The thought of theeand in the blue heavens height,
And in the dearest passage of a song.
Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng
This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright:
But it must never, never come in sight;
I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
But when sleep comes to close each difficult day,
When night gives pause to the long watch I keep,
And all my bonds I needs must loose apart,
Must doff my will as raiment laid away,
With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gatherd to thy heart.
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