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Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
Sidney Lanier
Sidney Clopton Lanier[1] (February 3, 1842 – September 7, 1881) was an American musician, poet and author. He served in the Confederate States A
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