On this long storm the Rainbow rose
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On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like listless Elephants -- Horizons -- straggled down -- The Birds rose smiling, in their nests -- The gales -- indeed -- were done -- Alas, how heedless were the eyes -- On whom the summer shone! The quiet nonchalance of death -- No Daybreak -- can bestir -- The slow -- Archangel's syllables Must awaken her! |
