Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — The Statue over the Cathedral Door

Forms of saints and kings are standing        &nbsp The cathedral door above; Yet I saw but one among them        &nbsp Who hath soothed my soul with love. In his mantle,—wound about him,        &nbsp As their robes the sowers wind,— Bore he swallows and their fledglings,        &nbsp Flowers and weeds of every kind. And so stands he calm and childlike,        &nbsp High in wind and tempest wild; O, were I like him exalted,        &nbsp I would be like him, a child! And my songs,—green leaves and blossoms,—        &nbsp To the doors of heaven would hear, Calling even in storm and tempest,        &nbsp Round me still these birds of air.