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At the Railway Station

by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

Here the night is fierce with light,
Here the great wheels come and go,
Here are partings, waitings, meetings,
Mysteries of joy and woe.

Here is endless haste and change,
Here the ache of streaming eyes,
Radiance of expectant faces,
Breathless askings, brief replies.

Here the jarred, tumultuous air
Throbs and pauses like a bell.
Gladdens with delight of greeting.
Sighs and sorrows with farewell.

Here, ah, here with hungry eyes
I explore the passing throng.
Restless I await your coming
Whose least absence is so long.

Faces, faces pass me by,
Meaningless, and blank, and dumb,
Till my heart grows faint and sickens
Lest at last you should not come.

Then—I see you. And the blood
Surges back to heart and brain.
Eyes meet mine,—and Heaven opens.
You are at my side again.

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