Robert Buchanan - Quiet Waters lyrics

O Rainbow, Rainbow! on the livid height, Softening its ashen outline into dream, Dewy yet brilliant, delicately bright As pink wild-roses' leaves, why dost thou gleam So beckoningly? whom dost thou invite Still higher upward on the bitter quest? What dost thou promise to the weary sight In that strange region whence thou issuest? Speak'st thou of pensive runlets by whose side Our dear ones wander sweet and gentle-eyed, In the soft dawn of a diviner Day? Art thou a promise? Come those hues and dyes From heavenly meads, near which thou dost arise Iris'd from Quiet Waters, far away?