| 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. | |
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| Before us slept a dark, dark wood. | 5 |
| Hemlocks were there, and little pines | |
| Also; and solemn cedars stood | |
| In even and uneven lines. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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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