I was barred out to let a loved one in.
II
And so from Paradise I turned my feet,
And the earth claimed me, and I ran to meet
The salutation of the wind and rain,
That swept across a desolate, sad plain.
Then called the mountains and the grassy hills,
Broad seas and rivers, and small tinkling rills:
And there were forests wonderful and dark,
And when the shrill wind ceased, sweet sang the lark,