Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd
On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose
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.