The Rainbow-Child by Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall
The sunshine met the stormwind
As he swept across the plain
And she wooed him till he lov’d her
And his kisses fell as rain
She was fair and he was ardent
And behold! one happy morn
While I watch’d their mingled glory
Lo! a rainbow-child was born!
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