The rainbow comes and goes
through the river mist
The child spies the brilliant arcs
The father cannot see them

Ethereal through the river mist
The child trailing clouds of glory
The father cannot see them
Shades of the prison-house…

The child trailing clouds of glory
glows with morning flame and light
Shades of the prison-house…
darken ’round the father’s sight

glows with morning flame and light
The child spies the brilliant arcs
darken ’round the father’s sight
The rainbow comes and goes

                             

                             – italicized words are from Wordsworth’s Ode:  Intimations
                               of  Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood