THE LUMINOUS ARCH. 207 
Thou sittest enthroned 
Like the Spirit of Night, 
And the stars through thy zone 
Shed a tremulous light: 
The Moon is still sleeping 
Beneath the wide sea ; 
While Wonder is keeping 
Her vigils with thee ! 
The Bow of the Covenant 
Smiles on the storm, 
When its dark wings are shading 
The brow of the morn ; 
But thou art uncradled 
By vapour or cloud ; 
Thy glory unshaded 
By Night’s sable shroud. 
Then whence is thy splendour, 
Fair luminous bow? 
From life’s golden chalice 
Thy radiance must flow. 
Thou look’st, from the throne 
Of thy brightness above, 
On this desolate earth, 
Like the Spirit of Love! 
