“On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 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.