Was this the door that he had found last night?
Or that, beneath the tower? Had he come out
This side at all? As the first snow falls light
With following rain before the year grows white,
So the first, dim foreboding touched his mind,
Gently as yet, and easily thrust behind.
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And with it came the thought, “I do not know
Her name—no, nor her face.” But still his mood
Ran blithely as he felt the morning blow