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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!