The Voice of The Rain

- by. Walt Whitman

And who are thou? Said I to soft-falling

shower,

Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:

I am the poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,

Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,

Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely

from 'd, altogether changed, and yet the same, I descend to lave the droughts,

atomies, dust-layers of the globe,

And all that in them without me were

seeds only, latent, unborn;

And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,

And make pure and beautify it;

(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after

fulfilment, wandering

Rock' d or unreck 'd, duly with love returns.)

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