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 the 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 it’s birth-place, after fulfillment, wandering,
Reck’d or unreck’d, duly with love returns.)

-Walt Whitman
from Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here

Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman. Thank you for all the songs and poems.

Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman. Thank you for all the songs and poems.

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