After a Storm

There was a milder azure spread
Around the distant mountain's head;
And every hue of that fair bow,
Whose beauteous arch had risen there,
Now sank beneath a brighter glow,
And melted into ambient air.
The tempest which had just gone bv,
Still hung along the eastern sky,
And threatened, as it rolled away.
The birds, from every dripping spray,
Were .pouring forth their joyous mirth;
The torrent, with its waters brown,
From rock to rock came rushing down,
While, from among the smoky hills,
The voices of a thousand rills
WTere heard exulting at its birth.
A breeze came whispering through the wood,
And, from its thousand tresses, shook
The big round drops that trembling stood,
Like pearls, in every leafy nook.