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The Foreigner

He walked by me with open eyes,
And wondered that I loved it so;
Above us stretched the gray, gray skies;
Behind us, footprints on the snow.

Before us slept a dark, dark wood.

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Hemlocks were there, and little pines
Also; and solemn cedars stood

In even and uneven lines.
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