In a Railroad Station

by Sara Teasedale
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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