The lights are out; the rainbow pictures fade; Their magic beauty and their color-flow And rhythmic grace no eye again shall know; 'Tis ended now, the lovely masquerade, And those who, wondering, looked, and those who played, Back to the busy commonplace they go, To toiling life that moves so dull and slow; And silent darkness cloaks the parkland glade. The rainbow pictures fade; but still there gleams The rainbow hope to hold us to our dreams; And lowly toil grows beautiful and bright As hearts urge forward to the coming light; And men in lifelong memory will see The vision of the city that shall be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |