For all was sunshine in the heart,
Which seemed an angel who had left,
He knew not how, the stainless blue,
And smiled, so long of light bereft,
To find an angel wandering, too.
But when I saw the bannered storm—
Like giant rousing from his sleep—
Uplift o’er heaven his awful form,
And from the thunder-chamber sweep
To his dread bridal with the flame