Section XI Summary
Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
- The neighbor doesn’t only look a bit like an "old-stone savage," but there’s also darkness in him.
- What kind of darkness? Well, it’s not the kind of darkness that comes from standing in the woods beneath a thick canopy of treetops. This is a different kind of darkness. We don’t know exactly what this means, but we get goosebumps.
- There’s something a little eerie about this neighbor.
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