AFTER THE RAIN

by: Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1906)

      HE 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,
      Antiquely carven, gray and high,
      A dormer, facing westward, looks
      Upon the village like an eye.
      And now it glimmers in the sun,
      A globe of gold, a disk, a speck;
      And in the belfry sits a dove
      With purple ripples on her neck.

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