After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
...’tis He, arrayed In the soft light of his own smiles, which spread Like radiance from the cloud-surrounded moon… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
