A stately rainbow came and stood, When I was young, in High-Hurst Park; Its bright feet lit the hill and wood Beyond, and cloud and sward were dark; And I, who thought the splendour ours Because the place was, t'wards it flew, And there, amidst the glittering showers, Gazed vainly for the glorious view. With whatsoever's lovely, know It is not ours; stand off to see, Or beauty's apparition so Puts on invisibility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON |