She Opened the Door

She opened the door of the West to me,
       With its loud sea-lashings,
       And cliff-side clashings
Of waters rife with revelry.

She opened the door of Romance to me,
       The door from a cell
       I had known too well,
Too long, till then, and was fain to flee.

She opened the door of a Love to me,
       That passed the wry
       World-welters by
As far as the arching blue the lea.

She opens the door of the Past to me,
       Its magic lights,
       Its heavenly heights,
When forward little is to see!