Classic Poem

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.