There is no country but the heart.
There are many countries. But to each one,
whether you would arrive, or must depart,
or even stand in the opening, the sun
quickening it, there is no doorway but the heart.

Thomas Hardy
   …In the running of Time's far glass…
One chime for which is hard to avoid, alas.
Two fates mingling and sliding through those sands.
Three, with the writer beside himself; the lass
then dead a fourth. Four, swiftly joining hands.

Matthias Gruenewald
   Et virgo…Et virgo
The book open across the soul's lap stutters.
Twice, to insist on what it won't believe,
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