Souls and Rain-Drops.

A poem by Sidney Lanier

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.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Souls and Rain-Drops.' by Sidney Lanier

comments powered by Disqus