I sat within a window, looking west, On a fair autumn eve; the forest leaves Moved o'er a fiery sunset, vision blest After that day of storm and rainy eaves. While thus I gazed, I heard a sweet voice cry: - 'Come to the east, and see the rainbow die. On the last shower anon the moon will rise, And light the village when the rainbow dies.' Betwixt the two I could not well decide; For each was fair, and both would vanish soon. But that sweet voice cried eastward still: I knew No light would pierce the wood when day withdrew; So I went east and to the rising moon The village brightened when the rainbow died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE THE AVENUE by GEORGES BOUTELLEAU BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 40 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |