Renunciation

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Renunciation

At eventide the Pilgrim came

And knocked at the Belovéd’s door.

“Whose there!” a voice within, “Thy name?”

“ ’T is I,” he said.⁠—“Then knock no more.

As well ask thou a lodging of the sea⁠—

There is no room herein for thee and me.”

The Pilgrim went again his way

And dwelt with Love upon the shore

Of self-oblivion; and one day

He knocked again at the Belovéd’s door.

“Whose there?”⁠—“It is thyself,” he now replied,

And suddenly the door was opened wide.