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V. "On this long storm the rainbow rose"

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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.

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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