The Train Draws Forth From The Station-Yard, And With It Carries Me. I Rise, And Stretch Out, And Regard The Platform Left, And See An Airy Slim Blue Form There Standing, And Know That It Is She. While With Strained Vision I Watch On, The Figure Turns Round Quite To Greet Friends Gaily; Then Is Gone . . . The Import May Be Slight, But Why Remained She Not Hard Gazing Till I Was Out Of Sight? "O Do Not Chat With Others There," I Brood. "They Are Not I. O Strain Your Thoughts As If They Were Gold Bands Between Us; Eye All Neighbour Scenes As So Much Blankness Till I Again Am By! "A Troubled Soughing In The Breeze And The Sky Overhead Let Yourself Feel; And Shadeful Trees, Ripe Corn, And Apples Red, Read As Things Barren And Distasteful While We Are Separated! "When I Come Back Uncloak Your Gloom, And Let In Lovely Day; Then The Long Dark As Of The Tomb Can Well Be Thrust Away With Sweet Things I Shall Have To Practise, And You Will Have To Say!" Begun 1871: Finished -