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.