I typoed it. It's Milton, from Paradise Lost. Here's the context:

Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer’s rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature’s works, to me expung’d and raz’d,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

I wouldn't be surprised if someone had put something like it in a song, but I'm afraid I don't know what it would be.

And yes, strangers are welcome, or I'd lock the post.

P.
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.