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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