 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
AFTER THE RAIN
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.
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.
Antiquely carven, gray and high,
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Upon the village like an eye.
And now it glimmers in the sun,
A square of gold, a disk, a speck:
And in the belfry sits a Dove
With purple ripples on her neck.
A square of gold, a disk, a speck:
And in the belfry sits a Dove
With purple ripples on her neck.
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |