A couple of months ago, I had written a post saying that I could not get back a poem that I wrote for a competition. Well, it seems Walt Whitman (1819-1892) was right in sayingFor song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,
(From the poem "The Voice of the Rain")
Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.
The poem was published in our school magazine and here I present it before you....
A gentle tap on the window pane,
A gentle rustle of the leaves,
Gently does thou caress the Earth,
So gently falls thou, oh rain !
Like the love of the mother,
Like the flow of the river,
Little drops of life thou are,
The life of Earth thou'll be !
Happy as a mariner returning,
Falling from thy heavenly abode,
Help me be as happy through,
The woes of life, I pray !
Lend me thy power of resurrection;
As thou bring life to the fields, the rivers,
Let me be the helm to this
Acrid lair of stagnant thought!
Oh rain, thou fill me with ecstasy,
Alight is the fire within me,
Thy visit has blessed me so,
bless me further through life !
-- Diff.Thinkr
And the really funny thing is, the lines I mentioned before were from a poem that talked about rain too! I never imagined that I would get to use a line from a poem in the same context to describe the behavior of my poem!