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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Old Roofs
By Louise Driscoll
I HAVE seen old roofs,
Broken for winds to enter,
All their secrets flown like homing birds.
It seemed to me they were like broken words.
They babbled, inarticulate, of men        5
Who came and went and will not come again.
They were full of whispers and of shadows,
Provisioned for a dream’s viaticum.
These only had a voice,
All, all the other roofs were dumb!        10
Under an old roof I went one day,
  But there was naught to see.
Singing, silken drapery
  Went down the hall with me.
I was aware        15
Of feet upon the stair;
  Soft laughter and a little sound of tears,
  Muffled by many years.
It was the roof, the broken roof, that sung.
  The living roofs were silent,        20
But the dead roof had a tongue!

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