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For a fiddle's a key for many a lock,
And will open a door though it's built in rock.
And will open a door though it's built in rock.
III
Tell me, Hungry, what did you see?
A lighted hall where friends made free.
A lighted hall where friends made free.
I trod with them a well-known stair—
How did you dare, Heart! How did you dare?
How did you dare, Heart! How did you dare?
For a frowning face you may trust and like,
But who shall say when a smile will strike?
But who shall say when a smile will strike?
IV
Up the oaken stair went I,
And all made way to let me by.
And all made way to let me by.
Some reached a hand and some looked down,
But I never saw their smile nor frown.
But I never saw their smile nor frown.
I never saw familiar things
That sought me with quaint beckonings:
That sought me with quaint beckonings:
The carven saints in postures mild,
Kind Virgins with the Heavenly Child,
Kind Virgins with the Heavenly Child,
Ladies and Knights in tapestries—
I never saw nor looked at these.
I never saw nor looked at these.
Only the Christ from a canvas dim,
Drooping there on His leafless Limb;
He looked at me and I looked at Him.
Drooping there on His leafless Limb;
He looked at me and I looked at Him.
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