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  • I opened the doors of my heart.
    And behold,
    There was music within and a song,
    And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long.
    I opened the doors of my heart. And behold,
    There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes:
    Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.

    Jean Ingelow (1874). “The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow”, p.187