
I found this poem a few weeks ago and am now doing a theme essay on it.



Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
| Oft have I seen at some cathedral door | |
| A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, | |
| Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet | |
| Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor | |
| 5 | Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; |
| Far off the noises of the world retreat; | |
| The loud vociferations of the street | |
| Become an undistinguishable roar. | |
| So, as I enter here from day to day, | |
| 10 | And leave my burden at this minster gate, |
| Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, | |
| The tumult of the time disconsolate | |
| To inarticulate murmurs dies away, | |
| While the eternal ages watch and wait. |
*Guin*
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