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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 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.