After Rain

Listen! On sweetening air

The blackbird growing bold

Flings out, where green boughs glisten,

Three splashes of wild gold.

Daughter of April, hear;

And hear, O barefoot boy!

That carol of wild sweet water

Has washed the world with joy.

Glisten, O fragrant earth

Assoiled by heaven anew,

And O, ye lovers, listen,

With eyes that glisten, too.