AT nine in the morning there passed a church, At ten there passed me by the sea, At twelve a town of smoke and smirch, At two a forest of oak and birch, And then, on a platform, she: A radiant stranger, who saw not me. I said, "Get out to her do I dare?" But I kept my seat in my search for a plea, And the wheels moved on. O could it but be That I had alighted there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MALIGNED MORTALITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |