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.