Canto IX

uneven stone, Cracked all asunder lengthwise and across. The third, that uppermost rests massively, Porphyry seemed to me, as flaming red As blood that from a vein is spirting forth. Both of his feet was holding upon this The Angel of God, upon the threshold seated, Which seemed to me a stone of diamond. Along the three stairs upward with good will Did my Conductor draw me, saying: “Ask Humbly that he the fastening may undo.” Devoutly at the holy feet I cast me, For mercy’s sake besought that he would open, But first upon my breast three times I smote. Seven P’s upon my forehead he described With the sword’s point, and, “Take heed that thou wash These wounds, when thou shalt be within,” he said. Ashes, or earth that dry is excavated, Of the same color were with his attire, And from beneath it he drew forth two keys. One was of gold, and the other was of silver; First with the white, and after with the yellow, Plied he the door, so that I was content. “Whenever faileth either of these keys So that it turn not rightly in the lock,” He said to us, “this entrance doth not open. More precious one is, but the other needs More art and intellect ere it unlock, For it is that which doth the knot unloose. From Peter I have them; and he bade me err Rather in opening than in keeping shut, If people but fall down before my feet.” Then pushed the portals of the sacred door, Exclaiming: “Enter; but I give you warning That forth returns whoever looks behind.” And when upon their hinges were turned round The swivels of that consecrated gate, Which are of metal, massive and sonorous, Roared not so loud, nor so discordant seemed Tarpeia, when was ta’en from it the good Metellus, wherefore meagre it remained. At the first thunder-peal I turned attentive, And “ Te Deum laudamus ” seemed to hear In voices mingled with sweet melody. Exactly such an image rendered me That which I heard, as we are wont to catch, When people singing with the organ stand; For now we hear, and now hear not, the words.