One misty evening, one another's guide, <br />We two were groping down a Malvern side <br />The last wet fields and dripping hedges home. <br />There came a moment of confusing lights, <br />Such as according to belief in Rome <br />Were seen of old at Memphis on the heights <br />Before the fragments of a former sun <br />Could concentrate anew and rise as one. <br />Light was a paste of pigment in our eyes. <br />And then there was a moon and then a scene <br />So watery as to seem submarine; <br />In which we two stood saturated, drowned. <br />The clover-mingled rowan on the ground <br />Had taken all the water it could as dew, <br />And still the air was saturated too, <br />Its airy pressure turned to water weight. <br />Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate, <br />A very small moon-made prismatic bow, <br />Stood closely over us through which to go. <br />And then we were vouchsafed a miracle <br />That never yet to other two befell <br />And I alone of us have lived to tell. <br />A wonder! Bow and rainbow as it bent, <br />Instead of moving with us as we went <br />(To keep the pots of gold from being found), <br />It lifted from its dewy pediment <br />Its two mote-swimming many-colored ends <br />And gathered them together in a ring. <br />And we stood in it softly circled round <br />From all division time or foe can bring <br />In a relation of elected friends.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iris-by-night/
