The eternal entrance into Eden br Is not locked with seven precious seals; br It has no charms nor light of heaven, br And the people don't know that it is. br br It's a doorway in a wall forgotten -- br Stones, moss and nothing more else, br Near stands a beggar; and the rotten, br Keys are hanging at his gaudy waist. br br Paladins ride by in agitation, br Trumpets wail, and minted silver chant; br Nobody spares his attention br To the Peter -- the Apostle, the saint. br br They dream: There, by Sepulchre of Savor, br Paradise will open doors for us; br At the footing of the Mount Thabor br The committed hour will thrust. br br So by the armored monster goes; br In the air the trumpets ring and wail; br The Apostle in the tattered cloth, br Like a beggar, looks and poor and pale.