Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | February 4, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Renouncement

by Alice Meynell (1847 – 1922).




I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,  

  I shun the love that lurks in all delight—  

  The love of thee—and in the blue heaven’s height,  

And in the dearest passage of a song.  

Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng                    5

  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,                   10

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 gather’d to thy heart.



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