A little draught of mingled wine and dew,
For baptism, and viaticum.”
Didymus. I hear.
A stupor, a temptation, clogged my brain:
Gone evermore.—What hast thou been to me!
In any of God’s halls where I may find Him,
I seek thee also there: O dove! thou knowest
Thy hidden heavenly way through words withheld.
I kneel, but cords impede my hands. Pour thou,
Till I have slaked a supersensual thirst,