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Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.

The Fountains of the Rain

Edith Matilda Thomas (1854–1925)

THE MERCHANT clouds that cruise the sultry sky,

As soon as they have spent their freight of rain,

Plot how the cooling thrift they may regain:

All night along the river-marsh they lie,

And at their ghostly looms swift shuttles ply,

To weave them nets wherewith the streams to drain;

And often in the sea they cast a seine,

And draw it, dripping, past some headland high.

Many a slender naiad, with a sigh,

Is in their arms uptaken from the plain;

The trembling myrmidons of dew remain

No longer than the flash of morning’s eye,

Then back unto their misty fountains fly:

This is the source and journey of the rain.