“O love, whose lordly hand
Has bridled my desires,
And raised my hunger and my thirst
To dignity and pride”

— Khalil Gibran

"Love"
The Forerunner (1920)
Context: O love, whose lordly hand
Has bridled my desires,
And raised my hunger and my thirst
To dignity and pride,
Let not the strong in me and the constant
Eat the bread or drink the wine
That tempt my weaker self.
Let me rather starve,
And let my heart parch with thirst,
And let me die and perish,
Ere I stretch my hand
To a cup you did not fill,
Or a bowl you did not bless.

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Lebanese artist, poet, and writer 1883–1931

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