Emotion.
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What eyesore thou, old Porte Cochere,
To every traveller seemest!
To me, howe'er, thou shelter gave;
With memories dear thou teemest!
The station's waiting-room with seats
Extending all around it,
'Whelms me with recollections fond,
Because unchanged I found it!
For 'twas on these rude benches there,
When winter's winds were hurtling,
And travellers few and far between,
All evening sat we flirting.
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The Unreplaced Slats on Which the Author Communed