08 Renouncement

With the first dream that comes with the first sleep I run I run I am gather’d to thy heart

But I must never never come in sight I must stop short of thee the hole day long But when sleep comes to close each difficulty day When night gives pause to the long watch I keep And all my bones I needs must loose apart Must doff my will as rainent laid away

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 hight And in the sweetest passage of a song Oh just beyond the fairest thought that throng this breast The thought of thee waits hidden yet bright