@3The smiths of the heavens are mending the weather; Their hammers are beating the fragments together. The cumulus mountains with nebulous gorges Are dazzled with flame of the wind-bellowsed forges; The cloud-pillared anvils with silvery edges Resound to the thunderous fall of the sledges; Till broadening patches of azure are showing Storm-welded, rain-tempered, and, splendidly glowing, The rainbow, from valley to valley extended, Proclaims to the world that the weather is mended.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |