Sara Teasedale: In a Railroad Station

In a Railroad Station

We stood in the shrill electric light,    Dumb and sick in the whirling din We who had all of love to say    And a single second to say it in.
"Good-by!" "Good-by!"—you turned to go,    I felt the train's slow heavy start, You thought to see me cry, but oh    My tears were hidden in my heart.