Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер)

Souls and Rain-Drops

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.

So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were’t not for the wrinkles in life’s face.

1. On Huntingdon’s "Miranda"
2. My Springs
3. The Raven Days
4. Baby Charley
5. To Charlotte Cushman

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