The voice to the Rain
The voice to the Rain
And who art thou? said i to the soft-falling shower.
Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated;
I am 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 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 one oringin.
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.)
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean. 
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