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William Wilfred Campbell, comp.  The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.  1913.
The Foreigner
By Francis Joseph Sherman (1871–1926)
HE walked by me with open eyes,
And wondered that I loved it so;
Above us stretched the grey, grey skies;
Behind us, foot-prints on the snow.
Before us slept a dark, dark wood.        5
Hemlocks were there, and little pines
Also; and solemn cedars stood
In even and uneven lines.
The branches of each silent tree
Bent downward, for the snow’s hard weight        10
Was pressing on them heavily;
They had not known the sun of late.
*        *        *        *        *
There was no sound (I thought I heard
The axe of some man far away),
There was no sound of bee, or bird,        15
Or chattering squirrel at its play.
And so he wondered I was glad.
—There was one thing he could not see;
Beneath the look these dead things had
I saw Spring eyes agaze at me.        20

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