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BEYOND THE PASTURE BARS 



with them? I answer, they were poems. Those 

 rare best things brought home with me from the 

 winter woods were poems; poems that I shall 

 never be able to write ; but poems, for all of that, 

 which I shall forever feel. 



I have tried, now and then, to write them down 

 in words. But the words of a poem are not the 

 important thing. I have set some of the words 

 of those poems down here at the beginning and 

 end of this chapter to show you that I really tried 

 to write the poems. The words, I fear, are 

 taken from the dictionary; but the poems, that is 



The dim gray twilight of the winter 



