In A Railroad Station

Sara Teasdale

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.

Next 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : In A Restaurant
• Sara Teasdale : In A Subway Station
• Sara Teasdale : In Memoriam F. O. S.
• Sara Teasdale : In Spring, Santa Barbara
• Sara Teasdale : In The Carpenter's Shop
• Sara Teasdale : In The End
• Sara Teasdale : In The Metropolitan Museum
• Sara Teasdale : In The Train
• Sara Teasdale : Indian Summer
• Sara Teasdale : Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow

Previous 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : In A Garden
• Sara Teasdale : In A Cuban Garden
• Sara Teasdale : In A Burying Ground
• Sara Teasdale : Immortal
• Sara Teasdale : If I Must Go
• Sara Teasdale : If Death Is Kind
• Sara Teasdale : I Would Live In Your Love
• Sara Teasdale : I Thought Of You
• Sara Teasdale : I Shall Not Care
• Sara Teasdale : I Remembered