What
arc eyetect
Of
light and sun
Makes
cloud and sky
Refract
and sunder
Such
arc in mist
In
rain and fog
Make
water drops
Array
in yonder
Would
I detect
Such
beauty bliss
If
I’d not known
Much
else but colour?
A
rain with bow
No
more would be
A
steaming arc
No
pleasing wonder
