In A Railroad Station Poem by Sara Teasdale

In A Railroad Station

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We stood in the shrill electric light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.

"Good-by!" "Good-by!"--you turned to go,
I felt the train's slow heavy start,
You thought to see me cry, but oh
My tears were hidden in my heart.

Friday, January 3, 2003
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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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