Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/In a Railroad Station

by Sara Teasdale

 

IN A RAILROAD STATION

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.