Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

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.
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.

1. To Hafiz
2. Heredity
3. Marjorie’s Almanac
4. Latakia
5. Song from the Persian

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