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?

Epilogue. - The Flower of Old Japan and Other Poems (1907)