There was an awful rainbow once in heaven; We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings.

Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky. - John Keble,

I swear you must have a rainbow shooting out of your ass, you're so bright and shiny and wonderful.

Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!

Over her hung a canopy of state, Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, But of a substance, though not animate, Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, That only eyes of spirits might behold.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.