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. On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East
2. I'll Not Confer with Sorrow
3. Sestet
4. L'Eau Dormante
5. No Songs in Winter

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