Alice Meynell
Renouncement

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the thought that lurks in all delight

- The thought of thee - and in the blue Heaven's height,
And in the sweetest passage of a song.
Oh, lust beyond the fairest 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 gathered to thy heart.

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