THE rain has ceased, and in my room <br />The sunshine pours an airy flood; <br />And on the church's dizzy vane <br />The ancient cross is bathed in blood. <br />From out the dripping ivy leaves, <br />Antiquely carven, gray and high, <br />A dormer, facing westward, looks <br />Upon the village like an eye. <br />And now it glimmers in the sun, <br />A globe of gold, a disk, a speck; <br />And in the belfry sits a dove <br />With purple ripples on her neck.<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-rain/
