86 Bird Dav Book 



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 square of gold, a disk, a speck : 

 And in the belfry sits a Dove 

 With purple ripples on her neck. 



— Thomas Bailey Aldrich 



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