And who art thou? said I to the 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 form'd, altogether changed, and yet the same, I descend to lave the drouths, 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, Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |