They bade farewell; but neither spoke of love. The railway bore him off with rapid pace, He gazed awhile on Edith's garden grove, Till alien woodlands overlapp'd the place - Alas! he cried, how mutely did we part! I fear'd to test the truth I seemed to see. Oh! that the love dream in her timid heart Had sigh'd itself awake, and called for me! I could have answer'd with a ready mouth, And told a sweeter dream; but each forebore. He saw the hedgerows fleeting to the north On either side, whilst he look'd sadly forth: Then set himself to face the vacant south, While fields and woods ran back to Edith More. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN THANKS TO SIR WALTER by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |