I drifted in a dream
Beyond this mortal realm
A vision bright, supreme
Of goddess at worlds' helm
No day more true or good
As one gave me her Truth
A Heaven in a flood
With Beauty rare forsooth
I'd climb every mountain
To find her once again
Drinking at the fountain
Of sublime, cherished friend
No mortal illusion anymore
I walk softly to God's golden grove
Decipher the Heart's mysteries
Knowledge true on which spirit rove