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The gentle quiet murmur of the summer rain,Falling on attic roofs,Brings to the store of old rejected things, below,In the gabled darkened room,The thought of youth;As soft love-touched touchesOn the arched and narrowed shoulders of a spinsterMay recallThe failing hopes of unremembered joys.And so on my heart,Filled with the past's old dusty things,Falls how the sweet and gentle softness of your voice.-Constance Enslow, 1923