But hears, on his old bare roof aloft, A belfry burst in song.
"The gates of heaven are lightly locked, We do not guard our gain,The heaviest hind may easilyCome silently and suddenly Upon me in a lane.
"And any little maid that walks In good thoughts apart,May break the guard of the Three Kings,And see the dear and dreadful things I hid within my heart.
"The meanest man in grey fields gone Behind 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 win To no good man is told.
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