名人诗歌|Renouncement

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

I shun^{1 the thought that lurks2 in all delight}

The thought of theeand in the blue heavens height，

And in the dearest passage of a song.

Oh， just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng³

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^{4 my will as raiment laid away，}

With the first dream that comes with the first sleep

I run， I run， I am gatherd to thy heart.