I "Turn not from me; I am the last rainbow that you may ever see. Take the rich surprise Of the skies With all your eyes; Dream from what labyrinths of bloom my wings arise. -- See, Even a rainbow dies." II "You see me here, And you huddle past and shiver; One glance, you disappear, Leaving me, a dull brown thicket, beside a gray-gorged river. I beg no grace of yours; You have seen me, I go with you, in or out of doors; My thin blood will not wash out, My purple brambles will mantle you about, My thorny claspings pierce Into your verse." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON THE NATURALIZATION BILL (3) by JOHN BYROM TO HIS COUSIN, LADY HESKETH; REASONS FOR NOT WRITING LETTER by WILLIAM COWPER |