Above Aurora, Sunday eve,
A double rainbow’s arc
Brought both surprise and wonder just
Before September’s dark.
Oh, would we find, if we should look,
A double pot of gold?
Perhaps two surly leprechauns,
So grizzled, grim, and old?
Perhaps they'd yield their treasure up
To lovers such as we?
And smile and wish us happy lives—
And teach us alchemy?
We saw no surly leprechauns—
But spun high piles of gold,
Employing love’s true alchemy,
Of having hands to hold.
The agita he felt at every dawn
Increased and deepened as the day went on.
Shakespeare Couplet: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (50)
The happy marriage day at last arrives,
And three romantic couples knit their lives. (5.1)