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.Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems – Time and Eternity, 1924.
