Quiet After the Rain of Morning
Quiet after the rain of morning
Midday covers the dampened trees;
Sweet and fresh in the languid breeze
Birds are twittering at ease.
And to me in the far and foreign
Land as further I go and come,
Sweetly over the wearisome
Flutter whisperings of home.
There between the two hillocks lightens
Straight and little a bluish bar:
I feel the strain of the mariner
Grows and tightens
After home and after her.