The sunbeams painted a rainbow
On the mist floating over a valley,
And a child and a sage lookt upon it.

Then the mist found language, thus speaking:
" Lo, all eyes shall behold now my beauty. "

The child saw the beautiful bow,
The sage, the broken-rayed light,
But the soul that was throbbing within it,
The fount of its loveliness, waited unseen,
And longing, and lonely.

Then the clouds hid the sun-rays from vision,
And tears of rain fell. Love was weeping.