• We have come by curious ways
    To the Light that holds the days;
    We have sought in haunts of fear
    For that all-enfolding sphere:
    And lo! it was not far, but near.
    We have found, O foolish-fond,
    The shore that has no shore beyond.
    Deep in every heart it lies
    With its untranscended skies;
    For what heaven should bend above
    Hearts that own the heaven of love?

    Alfred Noyes (2008). “The Flower of Old Japan”, p.60, Wildside Press LLC