All the winged creatures I have loved! br And when, a child, I 'neath the thicket roved, br I from their nests the little birds conveyed— br At first, of reeds I cages for them made, br Where, mid green mosses, I to tame them tried. br Later, I used to leave the windows wide: br They flew not off, or if the woods their choice, br Still they returned whene'er they heard my voice. br A dove and I long lived in friendliness! br Now I the art of taming souls possess.