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.
- Paperback | 46 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 2.79mm | 117.93g
- 05 Jun 2015
- United States
- black & white illustrations