The Mute Lovers On the Railway Journey

They bade farwell; 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 heartHad 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 hedgegrows fleeting to the northOn 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.