The Eaves Swallow 2y 
As the old barns fell to ruin, 
New ones, raised to take their places, 
Lacked the broad and generous shelter 
Which the eaves had once afforded 
To the owners of the mud huts, 
To the swallows of the Saco. 
Weary-winged, from distant Southlands, 
In the spring have come the swallows. 
Seeking hopefully their nestings, 
Seeking eaves and sun-warmed barn sides ; 
Come and found the crackless clapboards, 
Come and found ill-odored pigments. 
Come and found new barns for old ones, 
Come and found no eaves for shelter. 
Come with joy and met with sorrow, 
Seeking vainly for new barn sides 
Changeless as the cliffs of Paugus. 
Weary-winged the homeless swallows 
Flutter on into the darkness — 
Whither going ? That they know not. 
But 't is certain that the Saco, 
