In A Railroad Station
by Sara Teasdale
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.
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