Renunciation

At eventide the Pilgrim came And knocked at the Belovéd’s door. “Whose there!” a voice within, “Thy name?” “ ’Tis 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.