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...A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE FIRST BOOK OF URIZEN by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RIVER FIGHT; APRIL 18, 1862 by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |