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AT nine in the morning there passed a church, / At ten there passed me by the sea, / At twelve a town of smoke and smirch, / At two a forest of oak and birch, / And then, on a platform, she:
A radiant stranger, who saw not me. / I queried, "Get out to her do I dare? " / But I kept my seat in my search for a plea, / And the wheels moved on. O could it but be / That I had alighted there!