Each bubble rounding at the brim Is Rainbowed with its magic story; The shining days with age grown dim Are dressed again in robes of glory; In all its freshness spring returns With song of birds and blossoms tender; Once more the torch of passion burns, And youth is here in all its splendor!
"The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Vol. 5 Poems Of The Class Of '29 (1851-1889)"
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
And then her sister, Dream, with frolic art Arose from rest, and on my sleeping heart Blew bubbles of dreams where elfin worlds were lost; Worlds where my stranger soul sang songs to me, And talked with spirits by a Rainbowed sea, Or smiled, an unfamiliar shape of frost, Floating on gales of breathless melody.
"Kentucky Poems"
Madison J. Cawein Commentator: Edmund Gosse
Under the awful impact globes and pyramids were shattered into hundreds of fragments, rocket bursts of blue and azure and violet flame, flames Rainbowed and irised.
"The Metal Monster"
A. Merritt