The Wanderer said:
“The gates of heaven are lightly locked,We do not guard our gain,The heaviest hind may easilyCome silently and suddenlyUpon me in a lane.“And any little maid that walksIn good thoughts apart,May break the guard of the Three KingsAnd see the dear and dreadful thingsI hid within my heart.“The meanest man in grey fields goneBehind the set of sun,Heareth between star and other star,Through the door of the darkness fallen ajar,The council, eldest of things that are,The talk of the Three in One.“The gates of heaven are lightly locked,We do not guard our gold,Men may uproot where worlds begin,Or read the name of the nameless sin;But if he fail or if he winTo no good man is told.“The men of the East may spell the stars,And times and triumphs mark,But the men signed of the cross of ChristGo gaily in the dark.“The men of the East may search the scrollsFor sure fates and fame,But the men that drink the blood of GodGo singing to their shame.“The wise men know what wicked thingsAre written on the sky,They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings,Hearing the heavy purple wings,Where the forgotten seraph kingsStill plot how God shall die.“The wise men know all evil thingsUnder the twisted trees,Where the perverse in pleasure pineAnd men are weary of green wineAnd sick of crimson seas.“But you and all the kind of ChristAre ignorant and brave,And you have wars you hardly winAnd souls you hardly save.”
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