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Turning the pages of old books of class 11 got a jewel in hand.

THE VOICE OF THE RAIN.

-Walt Whitman

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 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;