WE kissed at the barrier; and passing through She left me, and moment by moment got Smaller and smaller, until to my view She was but a spot; A wee white spot of muslin fluff That down the diminishing platform bore Through hustling crowds of gentle and rough To the carriage door. Under the lamplight's fitful glowers, Behind dark groups from far and near, Whose interests were apart from ours, She would disappear, Then show again, till I ceased to see That flexible form, that nebulous white; And she who was more than my life to me Had vanished quite.... We have penned new plans since that fair fond day, And in season she will appear again - Perhaps in the same soft white array - But never as then! - 'And why, young man, must eternally fly A joy you'll repeat, if you love her well?' - O friend, nought happens twice thus; why, I cannot tell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO WORDSWORTH by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: QUESTIONS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER |