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The Strangers
Each care-worn face is but a book
To tell of houses bought or sold;
Or filled with words that men have took
From those who lived and spoke of old.
To tell of houses bought or sold;
Or filled with words that men have took
From those who lived and spoke of old.
I see none whom I know, for they
See other things than him they meet;
And though they stop me by the way,
'Tis still some other one to greet.
See other things than him they meet;
And though they stop me by the way,
'Tis still some other one to greet.
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There are no words that reach my ear,
Those speak who tell of other things
Than what they mean for me to hear,
For in their speech the counter rings.
Those speak who tell of other things
Than what they mean for me to hear,
For in their speech the counter rings.
I would be where each word is true,
Each eye sees what it looks upon;
For here my eye has seen but few,
Who in each act that act have done.
Each eye sees what it looks upon;
For here my eye has seen but few,
Who in each act that act have done.
Poem No. 102; late 1839—early 1840
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