Thought is deeper than all speech, <br />Feeling deeper than all thought: <br />Souls to souls never can teach <br />What unto themselves was taught. <br /> <br />We are spirits clad in veils; <br />Man by man was never seen; <br />All our deep communing fails <br />To remove the shadowy screen. <br /> <br />Heart to heart was never known; <br />Mind with mind did never meet; <br />We are columns left alone <br />Of a temple once complete. <br /> <br />Like the stars that gem the sky, <br />Far apart though seeming near, <br />In our light we scattered lie; <br />All is thus but starlight here. <br /> <br />What is social company <br />But a babbling summer stream? <br />What our wise philosophy <br />But the glancing of a dream? <br /> <br />Only when the Sun of Love <br />Melts the scattered stars of thought, <br />Only when we live above <br />What the dim-eyed world hath taught, <br /> <br />Only when our souls are fed <br />By the Fount which gave them birth, <br />And by inspiration led <br />Which they never drew from earth, <br /> <br />We, like parted drops of rain, <br />Swelling till they meet and run, <br />Shall all be absorbed again, <br />Melting, flowing, into one.<br /><br />Christopher Pearse Cranch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gnosis-2/
