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!
Having ridden on many trains, the concise poem appeals to me. Different scenes at different times of day. Then to see an attractive woman at a station. I would have been too shy also to disembark at the station where she was. Hardy at his best in this poem.
I love this poem I'm using it for my homework I like it because it's interesting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or, as Tom Waits said, I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You.