Classic Poem

On Angels

Angels, as well as birds, on silent wing
Proceeding through the upper, open air,
Under the full intense celestial glare,
Perceive the true form of each earthly thing;
Birdlike the eye they deftly, subtly fling
Into the distance. Steadily they stare
Unhindered by the circumambient glare, —
Angels as well as birds can sweetly sing.
They too are known to hover above a nest
Wherein the swathed soul of man doth lie
Soft-hidden deep in matter as in wool,
And theirs, too, the prerogative of rest, —
To soothe at times in manner wonderful,
With kind and piercing glance of soul and eye.English