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. Nilsson
2. To Baynard Taylor
3. A Florida Sunday
4. On Huntingdon’s "Miranda"
5. Spring Greeting

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