On This Long Storm

PL

On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this late morn the sun;
The clouds, like listless elephants,
Horizons straggled down.

The birds rose smiling in their nests,
The gales indeed were done;
Alas! how heedless were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!

The quiet nonchalance of death —
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow, archangel’s syllables
Must awaken her.

First print Time and Eternity V, 5
Johnson 194 | Franklin 216

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