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.