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 But I knew where one so long had waited In the low room at the stairway's height, Trembling lest my foot should be belated, Singing, sighing for the long hours' flight Towards the moment of our dear delight.

I came into the City when you hail'd me Saviour, and again your chosen Lord:— Not one guessing what it was that fail'd me, While along the way as they adored Thousands, thousands, shouted in accord.

But through all the joy I knew—I only— How the hostel of my heart lay bare and cold, Silent of its music, and how lonely! Never, though you crown me with your gold, Shall I find that little chamber as of old!

ALICE MEYNELL

b. 1850

879. 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.