Hung on the shower that fronts the golden West, The Rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest; Frail in its date, eternal in its guise; The vision is so lovely, that I feel My heart imbued with beauty like its own, And taking an indissoluble seal From what is here a moment, and is gone; It lies so soft on the full-breasted storm, New-born o' the middle air, and dewy-pure, And tricked in Nature's choicest garniture; What can be seen of lovelier dye or form? While all the groves assume a ghastly stain, Caught from the leaden rack and shining rain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON DIGGING POTATERS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE CURSE OF PROPERTY by EDWARD CARPENTER DRINKING VERSUS THINKING; OR, A SONG AGAINST THE NEW PHILOSOPHY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |