Excursion by D.H. Lawrence — Read

I WONDER, can the night go by;

Can this shot arrow of travel fly

Shaft-golden with light, sheer into the sky

Of a dawned to-morrow,

Without ever sleep delivering us

From each other, or loosing the dolorous

Unfruitful sorrow!

What is it then that you can see

That at the window endlessly

You watch the red sparks whirl and flee

And the night look through?

Your presence peering lonelily there

Oppresses me so, I can hardly bear

To share the train with you.

You hurt my heart-beats' privacy;

I wish I could put you away from me;

I suffocate in this intimacy,

For all that I love you;

How I have longed for this night in the train,

Yet now every fibre of me cries in pain