After the Winter Rain

After the winter rain, 
   Sing, robin! Sing, swallow!
Grasses are in the lane, 
   Buds and flowers will follow.

Woods shall ring, blithe and gay,
   With bird-trill and twitter,
Though the skies weep to-day, 
   And the winds are bitter. 

Though deep call unto deep
   As calls the thunder, 
And white the billows leap
   The tempest under;

Softly the waves shall come
   Up the long, bright beaches, 
With dainty, flowers of foam
   And tenderest speeches …

After the wintry pain, 
   And the long, long sorrow, 
Sing, heart!—for thee again
   Joy comes with the morrow.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on March 21, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“After the Winter Rain” originally appeared in Songs from the Golden Gate (Houghton, Mifflin, and Co., 1895).