Earth Odours--After Rain

Life-yielding fragrance of our Mother Earth!
Benignant breath exhaled from summer showers!-
All Nature dimples into smiles of flowers,
From unclosed woodland to trim garden girth:-
These perfumes softening the harsh soul of dearth
Are older than old Shinar's arrogant towers,-
And touched with visions of rain-freshened hours,
On Syrian hill-slopes ere the Patriarch's birth!
Nay! the charmed fancy plays a subtler part!-
Lo! banished Adam, his large, wondering eyes
Fixed on the trouble of the first dark cloud!
Lo! tremulous Eve,-a pace behind, how bowed,-
Not dreaming, 'midst her painful pants of heart,
What balm shall fall from yonder ominous cloud!