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THE MISSED TRAIN
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And forced to an inn—small, obscure—
At the junction, gloom-fraught.
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And forced to an inn—small, obscure—
At the junction, gloom-fraught.
How civil my face
To get them to chamber me there—
A roof I had scorned, scarce aware
That it stood at the place.
To get them to chamber me there—
A roof I had scorned, scarce aware
That it stood at the place.
And how all the night
I had dreams of the unwitting cause
Of my lodgment. How lonely I was;
How consoled by her sprite!
I had dreams of the unwitting cause
Of my lodgment. How lonely I was;
How consoled by her sprite!
Thus onetime to me . . .
Dim wastes of dead years bar away
Then from now. But such happenings to-day
Fall to lovers, may be!
Dim wastes of dead years bar away
Then from now. But such happenings to-day
Fall to lovers, may be!
Years, years as shoaled seas,
Truly, stretch now between! Less and less
Shrink the visions then vast in me.—Yes,
Then in me: Now in these.
Truly, stretch now between! Less and less
Shrink the visions then vast in me.—Yes,
Then in me: Now in these.
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