Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Faintheart In A Railway Train - Poem by Thomas Hardy

At nine in the morning there passed a church,
At ten there passed me by the sea,
At twelve a town of smoke and smirch,
At two a forest of oak and birch,
And then, on a platform, she:

A radiant stranger, who saw not me.
I queried, 'Get out to her do I dare?'
But I kept my seat in my search for a plea,
And the wheels moved on. O could it but be
That I had alighted there!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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