Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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