Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. The SeasonsAfter the Rain
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (18361907)T
The sunshine pours an airy flood;
And on the church’s dizzy vane
The ancient Cross is bathed in blood.
Antiquely carven, gray and high,
A dormer, facing westward, looks
Upon the village like an eye.
A square of gold, a disc, a speck:
And in the belfry sits a Dove
With purple ripples on her neck.