The haunt of the hearts of the gnostics is a mead
Celestial—beyond it are the veils of the Lord,
His nearness their sole boundary from the world of the Secret —
Melt they would with love if their moment had come.
For their thirst is a cup purely filled from His love
And the cool of a breeze beyond words to describe.
Hearts near the Throne-Lord—they had sought to be near_
With what blessings the King in their nearness hath graced [them!
Pleased with them, He hath pleased them unto ultimate pleasure
The Beloved’s welcome is the abode wherein they dwell.
Most penetrant their resolve; by it they have travelled,
By it their thoughts pierce to what is hidden by the Veils.
Their secret ever goeth between the Beloved and themselves.
From other than nearness by nearness made safe.