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.
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.
Renouncement