Behind the Arras: A Book of the Unseen
I

 When first he came,

 So reticent and tall,

 With his eyes of flame.

 The neighbors used to say

 (They know so much!)

 He looked to them half way

 Spanish or Dutch.

 Outlandish certainly

 He is—and queer!

 He has been lodged with me

 This thirty year;

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 All the while (it seems absurd!)

 We hardly have

 Exchanged a single word.

 Mum as the grave!

 Minds only his own affairs,

 Goes out and in,

 And keeps himself upstairs


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