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Emotion[1]
(Inspired by sight of Whitestone station in 1921.)
Still stands the selfsame Whitestone station,
So sombre as night's shades fall;
At its north front do still halt trains,
While brakemen "Whitestone! Whitestone!" call.
My trysting-place in nineteen three
With warriors of the nation,
When I was frivolous and wild,
Was this old Whitestone station.
"Holy Ground"
Yea, holy ground its platform is;
It makes me sigh and ponder;
In my mind's eye those blue-clad forms
Still wait for me just yonder!
- ↑ Attempt at poetical expression of experiences described in prose on page 255 following.
