So many hills to climb; so many seas to pass.”]—Sanā’ī.
The unseen world has other clouds, and other skies;[269]
Its sun is different; its water God supplies.
Its rain proceeds from other clouds than does our own.
God’s mercy ’tis that forms that rain when it pours down.135
Those rains are never seen, save by the eyes of saints.
Mere men “by new creation puzzled,”[270] judge them feints.
One rain there is that nourishment brings in its track;
Another rain also that works a whole world’s wreck.
The rain of spring does wonders in the garden’s fold;