There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade.
I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand nor am I now…Walt Whitman, in "To a Certain Civilian" (1865; 1871)
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