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, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throngThis 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 sleepI run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart.Alice Meynell
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, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throngThis 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 sleepI run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart.Alice Meynell
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.
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, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throngThis 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.
Oh, just 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,
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 sleepI run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart.
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.
Alice Meynell