On a Railway Platform
A drizzle of drifting rain
And a blurred white lamp o’erhead,
That shines as my love will shine again
In the world of the dead.
Round me the wet black night,
And, afar in the limitless gloom,
Crimson and green, two blossoms of light,
Two stars of doom.
But the night of death is aflare
With a torch of back-blown fire,
And the coal-black deeps of the quivering air
Rend for my soul’s desire.
Leap, heart, for the pulse and the roar
And the lights of the streaming train
That leaps with the heart of thy love once more
Out of the mist and the rain.
Out of the desolate years
The thundering pageant flows;
But I see no more than a window of tears
Which her face has turned to a rose.