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.
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