It was a hard thing to undo this knot. The rainbow shines, but only in the thought Of him that looks. Yet not in that alone, For who makes rainbows by invention? And many standing round a waterfall See one bow each, yet not the same to all, But each a hand's breadth further than the next. The sun on falling waters writes the text Which yet is in the eye or in the thought. It was a hard thing to undo this knot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY THE PEACE: TO HEAVEN ON A BEETLE by ARISTOPHANES THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON ASTROPHEL'S SONG OF PHILLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON SPECULA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FAREWELL TO ELIZA by ROBERT BURNS |