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.