Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Here you will find the Poem After the Rain of poet 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. 
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.