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Renouncement
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
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 gather'd to thy
heart.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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