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Poetry of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Translations

THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR

BY JULIUS MOSEN

Forms of saints and kings are standing
  The cathedral door above;
Yet I saw but one among them
  Who hath soothed my soul with love.

In his mantle,--wound about him,
  As their robes the sowers wind,--
Bore he swallows and their fledglings,
  Flowers and weeds of every kind.

And so stands he calm and childlike,
  High in wind and tempest wild;
O, were I like him exalted,
  I would be like him, a child!

And my songs,--green leaves and blossoms,--
  To the doors of heaven would hear,
Calling even in storm and tempest,
  Round me still these birds of air.