After the Rain

Over the mountain's soft mantles of blue,

Racks of white cloud by the sunshine shot through;

Spring's waking glories o'er valley and plain,

After the rain.

Over the heart steals the sun-light at last,-

Shadow and storm from the landscape have passed;

Gladly the soul sings in respite from pain,

After the rain.

Ozora Stearns Davis

Index to poems in the collection by Ozora Stearns Davis