The Eaves
If underneath the quiet eaves
You hear the pushing of vague leaves—
'T is these old beams, remembering
How sweet the forests were in spring.
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If underneath the quiet eaves
You hear the pushing of vague leaves—
'T is these old beams, remembering
How sweet the forests were in spring.
This poem and many more can also be found in the English Poetry App.