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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.
O 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. .....Renouncement by Alice Meynell (1847-1922)
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