Purgatorio: CantoIX
Firstwiththewhite, andafterwiththeyellow,
Pliedhethedoor, sothatIwascontent.
"Wheneverfailetheitherofthesekeys
Sothatitturnnotrightlyinthelock,"
Hesaidtous, "thisentrancedothnotopen.
Morepreciousoneis, buttheotherneeds
Moreartandintellectereitunlock,
Foritisthatwhichdoththeknotunloose.
FromPeterIhavethem; andhebademeerr
Ratherinopeningthaninkeepingshut,
Ifpeoplebutfalldownbeforemyfeet."
Thenpushedtheportalsofthesacreddoor,
Exclaiming: "Enter; butIgiveyouwarning
Thatforthreturnswhoeverlooksbehind."
Andwhenupontheirhingeswereturnedround
Theswivelsofthatconsecratedgate,
Whichareofmetal, massiveandsonorous,
Roarednotsoloud, norsodiscordantseemed
Tarpeia, whenwasta'enfromitthegood
Metellus, whereforemeagreitremained.
Atthefirstthunder-pealIturnedattentive,
And "TeDeumlaudamus" seemedtohear
Invoicesmingledwithsweetmelody.
Exactlysuchanimagerenderedme
ThatwhichIheard, aswearewonttocatch,
Whenpeoplesingingwiththeorganstand;
Fornowwehear, andnowhearnot, thewords.

