A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, a cloud, and a rainbow's warning, suddenly sunshine and perfect blue, an April day in the morning.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's glory is shed.Percy Bysshe Shelley
What skilful limner o'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven ?walter scott
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