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Swing open wide, O Gate, / That I may enter in / And see what lies in wait / For me who have been born!
Her word I only scorn / Who spake of death and sin.
I know what is behind / Your heavy brazen bars; / I heard it of the wind / Where I dwelt yesterday: / The wind that blows alway / Among the ancient stars.
Life is the chiefest thing / The wind brought knowledge of, / As it passed, murmuring: / Life, with its infinite strength, / And undiminished length / Of years fulfilled with love.
The wind spake not of sin / That blows among the stars; / And so I enter in / (Swing open wide, O Gate! ) / Fearless of what may wait / Behind your heavy bars.