Entre Les Trains. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

The poet and his acquaintance are sitting, drinking coffee between trains. They are arguing over something. Then they notice a dark, beautiful woman seated near them, and she says three words (unstated) without remarkable intonation or accent, so that the men put down their cups and the poet asked her if she had come for them.
She only stood up and left, fearing any introductions when she would have to give her name. The poem captures a fleeting moment between three strangers at a railway station very well. I am left wondering what the woman's three words were.
The first eight lines are one long complex sentence, which ends at 'to stare'. The last three lines are one compound sentence, joined by 'but'-a coordinating conjunction. The poem is typical of Graves's careful syntax-sentence structure-which needs to be read carefully. Graves is a fine stylist.