01.01.2011, 13:17
THE MUTE LOVERS ON THE RAILWAY JOURNEY
They bad farewell ; but neither spoke of love.
The railway bore him off with rapid pace,
He gazed awhile on Edith's garden grove,
Till alien woodlands overlapp'd the place —
Alas ! he cried, how mutely did we part !
I fear'd to test the truth I seem'd to see.
Oh ! that the love dream in her timid heart
Had sigh'd itself awake, and called for me !
I could have answer'd with a ready mouth,
And told a sweeter dream ; but each forebore.
He saw the hedgerows fleeting to the north
On either side, whilst he look'd sadly forth :
Then set himself to face the vacant south.
While fields and woods ran back to Edith More.
They bad farewell ; but neither spoke of love.
The railway bore him off with rapid pace,
He gazed awhile on Edith's garden grove,
Till alien woodlands overlapp'd the place —
Alas ! he cried, how mutely did we part !
I fear'd to test the truth I seem'd to see.
Oh ! that the love dream in her timid heart
Had sigh'd itself awake, and called for me !
I could have answer'd with a ready mouth,
And told a sweeter dream ; but each forebore.
He saw the hedgerows fleeting to the north
On either side, whilst he look'd sadly forth :
Then set himself to face the vacant south.
While fields and woods ran back to Edith More.