BOW of beauty, arching o'er us, tinted with unearthly dyes, Stealing silently before us on the cloud of stormy skies; In the beaming radiance seeming, like an angel-path from heaven; Or a vision to our dreaming, of some fairy fabric given. Thou art Mercy's emblem, brightly smiling through an angry frown; Fairer for the gloom, as nightly glow the gems in Ether's crown. And when wrath is darkest glooming on the countenance divine, Love's and Mercy's light assuming, like the rainbow it doth shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD LOVE'S NEW PHILOSOPHY by PHILIP AYRES MANDRAKE'S SONG; FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |