In a Railroad Station

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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We stood in the shrill electric light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din—
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.

"Good-by!" "Good-by!"—you turned to go,
I felt the train's slow heavy start,—
You thought to see me cry, but oh,
My tears were hidden in my heart.

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