I "Turn not from me; I am the last rainbow that you may ever see. Take the rich surprise Of the skies With all your eyes; Dream from what labyrinths of bloom my wings arise. -- See, Even a rainbow dies." II "You see me here, And you huddle past and shiver; One glance, you disappear, Leaving me, a dull brown thicket, beside a gray-gorged river. I beg no grace of yours; You have seen me, I go with you, in or out of doors; My thin blood will not wash out, My purple brambles will mantle you about, My thorny claspings pierce Into your verse." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 32 by PHILIP SIDNEY ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |