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After the tempest in the sky, / How sweet yon rainbow to the eye! / Come, my Matilda, now while some / Few drops of rain are yet to come, / In this honeysuckle bower / Safely shelter'd from the shower, / We may count the colours o'er.
Seven there are, there are no more; / Each in each so finely blended, / Where they begin, or where are ended, / The finest eye can scarcely see.