PERFECT RAINBOW. (LOVER SPEAKS.)
Above this field that shines an Eden, lo!
That wondrous arch of many married hues:
A gorgeous belt, round Nature's lovely waist!
Sure, earth now seems no place of graves. A wide
Gay, blooming Paradise! With moistened face,
She smiles, like God, upon this joyous world.
A new, wild burst of various harmony,
Salutes that Bow of charm--that orb of Glory.
Thou art the sun and rainbow to my heart,
And, as they fade from sight--but do not die--
But come to-morrow with their wonted charms,
Thou shalt not die--but gleam o'er me in heaven,
With none of all thy beauty, lost or less.
Can'st thou not sing a song, love, ere it fades?
SHE SINGS.
The Sun gave birth to yonder bow
That trembles in the sky
That life-bestowing sun art thou--
That trembling bow am I.
When he withdraws his beaming face,
The rainbow disappears;
And, if those frown on me but once,
I melt away in tears.
I thank thee for that song. Oh! thou art, sure,
The wealthiest empire ruled by mortal man.
Thy thoughts fall down on me, like drops of gold.