THERE lived in the desert a holy man <br /> <br />To whom a goat-footed Faun one day <br />Paid a visit, and thus began <br /> <br />To his surprise: 'I entreat thee to pray <br />That grace to me and my friends may be given, <br />That we may be able to mount to Heaven, <br />For great is our thirst for heav'nly bliss.' <br />The holy man made answer to this: <br />'Much danger is lurking in thy petition, <br />Nor will it be easy to gain admission; <br />Thou dost not come with an angel's salute; <br />For I see thou wearest a cloven foot.' <br />The wild man paused, and then answer'd he: <br />'What doth my goat's foot matter to thee? <br />Full many I've known into heaven to pass <br />Straight and with ease, with the head of an ass!'<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/legend-3/
