A stately rainbow came and stood, When I was young, in High-Hurst Park; Its bright feet lit the hill and wood Beyond, and cloud and sward were dark; And I, who thought the splendour ours Because the place was, t'wards it flew, And there, amidst the glittering showers, Gazed vainly for the glorious view. With whatsoever's lovely, know It is not ours; stand off to see, Or beauty's apparition so Puts on invisibility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESPECTABILITY by ROBERT BROWNING AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |