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With acknowledgment to my friend Sir A Quiller Couch	A
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'Twas in the shadowy gloaming	B
Of a cold and wet March day	C
That a wanderer came roaming	B
From countries far away	C
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Scant raiment had he round him	D
Nor purse nor worldly gear	E
Hungry and faint we found him	D
And bade him welcome here	F
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His weary frame bent double	G
His eyes were old and dim	D
His face was writhed with trouble	G
Which none might share with him	D
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His speech was strange and broken	H
And none could understand	I
Such words as might be spoken	H
In some far distant land	I
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We guessed not whence he hailed from	J
Nor knew what far off quay	K
His roving bark had sailed from	J
Before he came to me	K
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But there he was so slender	L
So helpless and so pale	M
That my wife's heart grew tender	L
For one who seemed so frail	M
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She cried But you must bide here	F
You shall no further roam	N
Grow stronger by our side here	F
Within our moorland home	N
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She laid her best before him	D
Homely and simple fare	O
And to his couch she bore him	D
The raiment he should wear	O
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To mine he had been welcome	J
My suit of russet brown	P
But she had dressed our weary guest	Q
In a loose and easy gown	P
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And long in peace he lay there	O
Brooding and still and weak	R
Smiling from day to day there	O
At thoughts he would not speak	R
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The months flowed on but ever	L
Our guest would still remain	S
Nor made the least endeavour	L
To leave our home again	T
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He heeded not for grammar	L
Nor did we care to teach	U
But soon he learned to stammer	L
Some words of English speech	U
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With these our guest would tell us	V
The things that he liked best	Q
And order and compel us	V
To follow his behest	Q
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He ruled us without malice	V
But as if he owned us all	W
A sultan in his palace	V
With his servants at his call	W
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Those calls came fast and faster	L
Our service still we gave	X
Till I who had been master	L
Had grown to be his slave	X
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He claimed with grasping gestures	Y
Each thing of price he saw	Z
Watches and rings and vestures	Z
His will the only law	Z
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In vain had I commanded	A2
In vain I struggled still	B2
Servants and wife were banded	C2
To do the stranger's will	B2
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And then in deep dejection	T
It came to me one day	C
That my own wife's affection	T
Had been beguiled away	C
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Our love had known no danger	L
So certain had it been	T
And now to think a stranger	L
Should dare to step between	T
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I saw him lie and harken	T
To the little songs she sung	D2
And when the shadows darken	T
I could hear his lisping tongue	D2
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They would sit in chambers shady	K
When the light was growing dim	D
Ah my fickle hearted lady	K
With your arm embracing him	D
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So at last lest he divide us	Z
I would put them to the test	Q
There was no one there beside us	Z
Save this interloping guest	Q
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So I took my stand before them	E2
Very silent and erect	F2
My accusing glance passed o'er them	E2
Though with no observed effect	F2
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But the lamp light shone upon her	L
And I saw each tell tale feature	L
As I cried Now on your honour	L
Do or don't you love the creature	L
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But her answer seemed evasive	G2
It was Ducky doodle doo	H2
If his mummy loves um babby	I2
Doesn't daddums love um too	H2

Arthur Conan Doyle

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