After the Rain. Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907). III. The Seasons. Bliss Carman, et al., eds. 1904. The World's Best Poetry. V. Nature

Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904.

III. The Seasons

After the Rain

Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907)


THE RAIN has ceased, and in my room
The sunshine pours an airy flood;
And on the church’s dizzy vane
The ancient Cross is bathed in blood.

From out the dripping ivy-leaves,	5
Antiquely carven, gray and high,
A dormer, facing westward, looks
Upon the village like an eye.

And now it glimmers in the sun,
A square of gold, a disc, a speck:	10
And in the belfry sits a Dove
With purple ripples on her neck.