Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Germany: Vols. XVII–XVIII. 1876–79.
The Spire of Strasburg Cathedral
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)Night and storm. L
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!
For around it
All the Saints and Guardian Angels
Throng in legions to protect it;
They defeat us everywhere!
Plebem voco!
Congrego clerum!
Hover downward!
Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and
Clashing, clanging, to the pavement
Hurl them from their windy tower!
Here are harmless!
For these bells have been anointed,
And baptized with holy water!
They defy our utmost power.
Pestem fugo!
Festa decoro!
Break the painted
Panes, that flame with gold and crimson;
Scatter them like leaves of Autumn,
Swept away before the blast!
The Archangel
Michael flames from every window,
With the sword of fire that drove us
Headlong, out of heaven, aghast!
Fulgura frango!
Sabbata pango!
At the oaken,
Massive, iron-studded portals!
Sack the house of God, and scatter
Wide the ashes of the dead!
The Apostles
And the Martyrs, wrapped in mantles,
Stand as warders at the entrance,
Stand as sentinels o’erhead!
Dissipo ventos!
Paco cruentos!
Inefficient,
Craven spirits! leave this labor
Unto Time, the great Destroyer!
Come away, ere night is gone!
With the night-wind,
Over field and farm and forest,
Lonely homestead, darksome hamlet,
Blighting all we breathe upon!
Vigilemus omnes!