I knew a man by sight,
A blameless wight,
Who, for a year or more,
Had daily passed my door,
Yet converse none had with him,


I met him in a lane,
Him and his cane,
About three miles from home,
where I had chanced to roam
and volumes stared at him, and he at me.


In a more distant place
he glimpsed my face, ...