@3The smiths of the heavens are mending the weather; Their hammers are beating the fragments together. The cumulus mountains with nebulous gorges Are dazzled with flame of the wind-bellowsed forges; The cloud-pillared anvils with silvery edges Resound to the thunderous fall of the sledges; Till broadening patches of azure are showing Storm-welded, rain-tempered, and, splendidly glowing, The rainbow, from valley to valley extended, Proclaims to the world that the weather is mended.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |