II.— THE RAINBOW.

A stately rainbow came and stood,

When I was young, in High-Hurst Park;

Its bright feet lit the hill and wood

Beyond, and cloud and sward were dark;

And I, who thought the splendour ours

Because the place was, t'wards it flew,

And there, amidst the glittering showers,

Gazed vainly for the glorious view.

With whatsoever's lovely, know

It is not ours; stand off to see,

Or beauty's apparition so

Puts on invisibility.