I knocked at all the iron doors, crying your name,
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Across the ice-bound world I sped with feet of flame,
But to my ears or to my eyes no answer came.
I stood beside the doors of spring, watching each shape
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Of blue and gold that from the dark made soft escape,
Till the wide world was filled with flowers from cape to cape;
And all the doors of heaven and hell lay open wide,
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And to the dead, not without hope, the living cried,
And faint and far, as in a dream, the dead replied.
Yet in that resurrection vast and rendezvous
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Of parted souls that did old love renew,
I watched with wild and weary eyes in vain for you.