(A view of the St Croix River, and my home area of eastern Maine on the far bank)
"Why tremble, foolish soul? Why hesitate?
However faint the knock, it will be heard."
I knocked, and swiftly came the answering word,
Which bade me enter to my own estate.
I found myself in a familiar place;
And there my broken soul began to mend;
I knew the smile of every long-lost face [...]
[And] the welcome of a King who was my friend.
- from "Vita Nuova," by Maurice Baring