RAINBOW AT THE PEAK
The scattering clouds, shone, spanning the dark sea,
Resting its bright base on the quivering blue,
And all within its arch appeared to be
Clearer than that without, and its wide hue
Waxed broad and waving, like a banner free,
Then changed like to a bow that's bent, and then
Forsook the dim eyes of those shipwrecked men.
It changed of course -- a heavenly chameleon,
It changed of course -- a heavenly chameleon,
The airy child of vapour and the sun,
Brought forth in purple, cradled in vermilion,
Baptized in molten gold and swathed in dun,
Glittering like crescents o'er a Turk's pavilion
And blending every colour into one...
Our shipwrecked seamen thought it a good omen;
Our shipwrecked seamen thought it a good omen;
It is as well to think so now and then.
'Twas an old custom of the Greek and Roman,
And may become of great advantage when
Folks are discouraged; and most surely no men
Had greater need to nerve themselves again
Than those, and so this rainbow looked like hope,
Quite a celestial kaleidoscope.--
George Gordon, Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto II, 1819