Core: noun, the most important part of a thing, the essence; from the Latin cor, meaning heart.

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 Volume 1.11 This View’s Poetry April 22, 2002 

    Days Too Short    

When primroses are out in Spring,
  And small, blue violets come between;
  When merry birds sing on boughs green,
And rills, as soon as born, must sing;

When butterflies will make side-leaps,
  As though escaped from Nature’s hand
  Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand
Upon their heads in fragrant deeps;

When small clouds are so silvery white
  Each seems a broken rimmèd moon —
  When such things are, this world too soon,
For me, doth wear the veil of Night.

    William Henry Davies (b. 1871)    
    Modern British Poetry # 68
ed. Louis Untermeyer

    To Violets    

Welcome, maids of honour!
    You do bring
    In the spring,
And wait upon her.

She has virgins many,
    Fresh and fair;
    Yet you are
More sweet than any.

You’re the maiden posies,
    And so graced
    To be placed
’Fore damask roses.

Yet, though thus respected,
    Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.

    Robert Herrick (1591-1674)    
    Oxford Book of English Verse (1900) # 251
ed. Arthur Quiller-Couch

    From the Silence of Time, Time’s Silence borrow.
In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow.
The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow.
    William Sharp (1856-1902)    
    Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse p. 400    

 Volume 1.11 This View’s Poetry April 22, 2002 

The View from the Core, and all original material, © E. L. Core 2002. All rights reserved.

Cor ad cor loquitur J. H. Newman — “Heart speaks to heart”