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IMPRESSION
Five bourgeois faces as the reeling train
Plunged headlong into darkness and the damp,
Glared in the dull light of the yellow lamp,
Five faces not indicative of brain.
Plunged headlong into darkness and the damp,
Glared in the dull light of the yellow lamp,
Five faces not indicative of brain.
Three slept and one stared at the window-pane;
One read a book and rose at times to stamp
A foot that seemed uneasy with the cramp.
The wheels ground out a foolish song's refrain.
One read a book and rose at times to stamp
A foot that seemed uneasy with the cramp.
The wheels ground out a foolish song's refrain.
And though each time the tune came round anew
I sped a furlong further, love, from you,
I could not sorrow then for love's eclipse.
I sped a furlong further, love, from you,
I could not sorrow then for love's eclipse.
For still it seemed that you were with me there,
Still that I held you closely, stroked your hair,
And felt your kisses tremble on my lips.
Still that I held you closely, stroked your hair,
And felt your kisses tremble on my lips.
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